Why do I Labor?
Why do I do the dishes
Why do I mop the floor
Why do I scrub the walls
Until my fingers are sore
Why the dust in my hair
Why are my nails cracked again
Why so many blisters
Why this scrape on my shin
Why all the questions
Why do I wonder so much
Why don’t the answers come
Why feeling so out of touch
At last the door is open
The one I love is there
Looking past all my labors
Appearing fairer than fair
Leaving this world behind
He takes me by the hand
Rising through the clouds
Toward His promised land
Long ago I pledged my life
Receiving His grace and love
And when my labors are over
I’m headed to my home above
A life lived for Jesus is hard
The rewards seem so far away
Yet in all the roads of the world
He is the life, the truth, the way
Too Hidden
Ignorance speaks of unknown peace
War rages within ignored and incomplete
Deep ostrich holes makes nothing cease
Dark rooms where truth has no seat
Eyes cannot see what they have
Blindness from birth still gathered in
Denying themselves healing cleansing salve
Seeking only that is called sin
They face a wall with no face at all
Sun shining blocked by deep thought
No help to climb over this wall
The blind can’t see as they ought
Truth not made in thoughts they suppose
Being god puts the throne far too low
Imagining they designed how a rose grows
We’re not creators in all of life’s show
Why can the blind not see
Cauterized where the battle’s dumped them
Eyes have been opened within me
Explaining hope comes when life’s grim
I choose an affront to their mind
Decisions are made; dominions are wrought
I see where they are still blind
Letting in what we choose to be taught
Not seeking the God of my peace
Struggling for conquest in this war
Never knowing the sweet release
Surrender gives victory evermore
Hidden
In ignorance they speak of some unknown peace
The war they ignore rages within and without incomplete
Hidden deep in ostrich holes does not make it cease
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Playing or Obeying
The sin is past, I felt no blast
This God you claim, Who knows my name
Did not destroy, Nor pain employ
For thinks my mind, Is He not kind
Why should I fear, Or shed a tear
There are yet days, To mend my ways
Is wrath restrained, By worship I’ve feigned
I love him too, Just not like you
For I’m free to run, With the other one
Some day I’ll be true, And good things do
But now It’s cool, To play the fool
Why be obeying, My heart is for playing
So you just pray, This is my way