While We Work...

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