SIX DAYS SHALT THOU LABOUR

He rushed home from work full of joy,
He was going fishing all weekend with his boy.
With tackle and bait, nets and fishing rods strong,
They’d have fun together. It would not be wrong
To stay till late Sunday , maybe sing a hymn or song.
He’d think about good things as they fished in the sun
And played games and bar-bar-que’d, just him and his son.
They were doing just what the Lord wanted them to
Growing together every weekend all summer through.

They were busy all week, so Sunday’s the day to shop,
The day to clean house, clean up the yard, never stop
Till it was done, then cook a big meal and everyone come
Together as family dear, go to church when work is done.
But somehow next week it’s the very same thing,
Cleaning and gardening, cooking and shopping
Till Sunday had slipped right away, the day all gone,
But we spent time with the family and that was fun.

A day of rest, a day of prayer and a day of praising God,
A day set apart for man to try to understand His word.
The Sabbath day is a special time to meld with Deity,
To worship at the Saviour feet, think of charity.
Put away earths worries and cares, our playthings
And our work. Worship and see what joy it brings.
For this is a great commandment given from God above,
To keep His day holy and so show our respect and love.

M Ann Margetson June 7 1998 ©
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