Get Up, Go To Work, Go Home, Go To Bed Poem by Royston Nella

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Is this what life's all about I said?
Work, work, work every single day
just to earn enough my bills to pay.

Surely life must be much more than this.
Someone tell me what life's purpose is.
Then, "You can have life more abundantly, "
I heard the Lord Jesus say to me.

"I am the door: if you enter in
then your new life with me will begin.
These things of earth will just pass away,
but the life I give is here to stay.

So I turned around and followed Him
and my life's no longer dark and grim.
I still have to work to earn my pay
but He's given purpose to each day.