A wise man listens to rebukes and advice
He knows when to work
And knows how to stop
He realizes his days are few
So wastes no time
And live to the full
I learned that work is not my life
That love is spelled as T-I-M-E
I worked from dawn 'til the 21st hour
Only to realize, where are those
I so dearly love?
Though passionately, I am pursuing excellence
Yet, I was controlled by a blind desire
Until you made me see my need for rest
So I can bear more fruit and live further
For life is really all about you Father
Took ten days of favored rest away from my labor
I traveled one day to seek more of you
I prayed with two friends and heard from you
That you are drawing me to a special place-
It is spacious, wide, big and new
You wanted me to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Through valued time with friends and family that I enjoy
Wrote a script, helped a team, read a book...
Met new friends, wrote more poems, ahh!
You made me feel, that oh! I am so precious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem