Get Up, Go To Work, Go Home, Go To Bed - Poem by Royston Allen
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed.
Surely life's about more than this I said?
Working very hard and late ev'ry day
to earn enough my old debts just to pay.
Life must consist of so much more than this.
Someone please tell me what the purpose is!
Cannot anyone out there please show me
what I must do in order to be free?
Then, I heard the Lord Jesus say to me.
'You can have life much more abundantly.
For I'm the door and if you enter in
then your brand new life with Me will begin.'
‘For these things of earth will just pass away
but the life that I give is here to stay.'
So I turned around and I followed Him
and my life is no longer looking grim.
I still have to work hard to earn my pay
but with Jesus there's purpose to each day,
What's more the future's certain and secure
with him there in His kingdom for evermore.
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I re-written the poem trying to pick up the rhythm of the train
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