'God Told Me Not To' Poem by Linda Winchell

God told me not to work so hard
There’s plenty of time for that.
So I raked for two more hours out front
And then washed up, laid down and took a nap!

When I woke up the leaves had blown
Blown where I was once raking them to.
I know God had His hands in it
He always knows just what to do.

The winds were pointed in the direction
The direction I was raking to.
But I know that God has made everything
So that’s what He did, He BLEW!

Now that I’m all rested
I think I better be getting back to work
Can’t have God do all my chores for me.
I’ll thank Him for all His help
That He blew in for little old me to see.