Sometimes task upon task can cast a ho-hum shadow over would-be hallelujah-hymns,
...but only until we turn our work into worshipping the Author of salvation!
Slice-dice-chop
slip in a splash we slopped
wipe the sweat from 'not-done-yet'
and give, nay live praise to God
Hope, for all its hurt and hunger
Finds fresh footholds, wings to fly
We who believe will be stronger
Than they who doubt and deny
Praise the Author of creation
Far above our mortal ways
He bestows love’s celebration
To life’s commonest of days
Mercy flings its floodgates open
Everybody qualifies
Dares us to desire more than
That which we see with our eyes
Hallelujah fills our ho-hum
Stills despair’s demons that lurk
Puts purpose into this sojourn
If we worship while we work
© Janet Martin
...but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar
on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk
and not be faint.
Isa.40:31
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