Tasks you get spending time on your knees
Mean much if only Christ you will please
With tender hearts broken but not ill at ease
You can relax even when your friends tease
With tears shed and heartache day and night
Your soul poured out with all your might
The relief you're seeking is not your right
But perhaps He will just turn on the light
On bending knees and eager to please
Asking your Lord to send quick release
Space your words so they would not erase
Wonderful thoughts you have in your heart
Little did you know you were in the row
Of saints who made it to heaven's fair show
Your seat so garnished with ribons and bow
Your heart so uplifted you began to glow
Your work is over and your victory won
Father crowns you with glory of the Son
Your joy is supernal new life has began
Now in heaven what a place to have fun.
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