The Fruit of Labour
is what makes work well worth each wearying While ...
Some fruit of labour comes in due season,
and sometimes we have (Faith has) a long, long row to hoe with no end in sight!
and sometimes we have (Faith has) a long, long row to hoe with no end in sight!
Then when the garden starts to bloom it is so well, well worth our while
And when the child begins to yield the fruit of discipline, we smile
And when we humbly count our blessings they always outnumber ills
And make us more committed to the call that only love fulfills
And when the task that seems so great gleams from the realms of retrospect
How well, well worth the while bright-beams the labour we did not neglect
Be of good cheer, sweet suff’ring saint, though weary with love’s Second Mile
For all we offer in His Name is always well, well worth our while
The long-run we are in is always a Short Leap when we compare
Time with eternity; so keep the faith, press on, do not despair
Then when at last we hear ‘well done’ oh, don’t you think that we will smile
And weep with wonder-stricken joy for This, so well, well worth our while
© Janet Martin
And when the child begins to yield the fruit of discipline, we smile
And when we humbly count our blessings they always outnumber ills
And make us more committed to the call that only love fulfills
And when the task that seems so great gleams from the realms of retrospect
How well, well worth the while bright-beams the labour we did not neglect
Be of good cheer, sweet suff’ring saint, though weary with love’s Second Mile
For all we offer in His Name is always well, well worth our while
The long-run we are in is always a Short Leap when we compare
Time with eternity; so keep the faith, press on, do not despair
Then when at last we hear ‘well done’ oh, don’t you think that we will smile
And weep with wonder-stricken joy for This, so well, well worth our while
© Janet Martin
2 Cor.4:16-18
16 Therefore we do not lose heart.
Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory
that far outweighs them all.
18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen,
since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Oh, my, your gardens are lush and productive!
ReplyDeletethank-you Gretchen. For all that 2020 isn't the gardens and fields in southern Ontario are brimming with bounty!! So much to be thankful for!
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