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