Lord, give me the tools to get the job done
Keep my drill bit sharp and nails in my gun
Bless my mind with skill, should issues arise
So, I will be wiser than I realize
Provide me a never-ending load of wood
While assuring my efforts shall be understood
Then, when day is passed, Lord, allow me to rest
With the knowledge that I have given my best.
Lord, grant me the will to answer each call
Even when the phone is ringing off the wall
Remind me, should I ever fail to remember
My job is a gift, New Year’s through December
I work with my hands from sun up to sundown
With warmth on my back, I have no need to frown
Sometimes, the job may become too much to bear
But, still, I am humbled, because You are there.
Lord, always be with me; help to keep me sound
Secure ye old ladder, firmly on the ground
Protect me from harm, as I travel along
But, most of all, Lord, be sure I am strong
My ultimate goal is to bless others’ homes
So, Lord, please be certain, wherever I roam
I give my heart, always, to all that I do
In the very manner, my heart praises You.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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In Christs Love
Michelle~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Wonderful poem, Jill! My hubby will love too!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
What a tribute to the men and women who physically built this country. It is a beautiful prayer and changing the words slightly could apply to many other occupations.
Mary
Newfie Hugs, Rose