"Six days you shall labor, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest. Ex. 34:21
…and now upon this little earth
The Lord bestowed for mankind’s best
A day of Sabbath from his work
A day of worship, respite, rest
In spirit and in truth, oh God
Accept our offering of praise
’Tis humble thanks; we know You know
The intent of our fumbling ways
…and yet you love us; right and wrong
In spite of our fears and faults
You yearn to hear our grateful song
As tongue Your majesty exalts
And when the morrow fills the lea
Upon Time’s troubled avenue
May our labor ever be
A worship-offering back to You
© Janet Martin
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