EACH SUNDAY IS A LABOUR DAY,
A DAY DESIGNED FOR REST,
WHEN WE PUT ALL OUR WORK AWAY
AS FATHER GOD SAW BEST.
SIX DAYS WE LABOUR FOR THE LORD,
THE SEVENTH GIVE HIM PRAISE,
FOR WE READ IN HIS HOLY WORD
TO NUMBER ALL OUR DAYS
THAT WE MAY LIVE ARIGHT IN HIM,
OUR MASTER AND OUR GUIDE,
NOR LET OUR LITTLE LIGHT GROW DIM
WHILE SUN AND MOON ABIDE.
THE SABBATH, IT WAS MADE FOR MAN
AND NOT MAN FOR THE SABBATH.
SO LET’S MAKE REST PART OF OUR PLAN
AND WORSHIP AS A HABIT.
THIS LABOUR DAY LET US RECALL
THE ONE WHO NEVER SLUMBERS,
BUT WATCHES OVER ONE AND ALL
HIS CREATURES BEYOND NUMBER.
HOW BLESSED WE ARE WITH WORK & PLAY,
Poetry
Click Read More to see a wonderful poetry submission by Ardith Engel about Easter.
Jesus, my heart and soul’s desire,
You fill me with celestial fire!
Scorched by your passion I am pure
Your blood and body sinner’s cure
Who but my Lord is like to thee
Forfeiting power for slavery?
You could have ruled the universe
Distant from man and the cross’ curse
But you are not that God to me
Of an unmoving majesty
You offered up your Son to die
To tangle Satan in his lie
For he would have you without love
God of the angels far above,
But not a God become a man
In the sweet mystery of your plan
Jesus, I love thee heart and breast;
Let not doubt put me to the test.
No greater love has God for me
