Faith, fam’ly, friends – And work! I’m content
Brought home the bacon – Paid bills, paid the rent
Sweated all day! – Four walls, brush and paint
Was asked to stay late – But miss dinner? I ain’t!

Through all of life’s stresses

I know that God blesses

As we work with the angels

‘n strive with the saints!

Zonked after work – I’m totally spent
Honey-do list? – Will make a small dent
Fun with the kids – Playing tag ’round the spruce
Nods interrupt – Our reading of Seuss

Tried wife in chess

She won! must confess

We will rest with the angels

‘n rise with the saints!

Sleeping is spotty – Kids coughing and fluing
Rooster is crowing – We best start the doing
Young ones are rustling – There’s diapers ‘n crying
Mama is hustling – Eggs, bacon a’ frying

To God I am grateful

For grace by the plateful

We will serve them like angels

‘n raise up young saints!

Morning is trying – Undribbling kids chins
Food-flinging, whining – Shrill quibbling, kicked shins
Phone-ringing! Searching – For boots in the bin
Late-to-work! Lurching – To kiss all my kin

Throughout this whole day

For family I’ll pray

I will call on Archangels

‘n beg prayers of great Saints!

The day is laborious – My sprained wrist uproarious
Boss yelling complaints – I’ve spilled pricey paints
Applied the wrong stain – Morale? Down the drain
Your peace, Lord, restore – My sore heart unpain

Please take all my messes

Each thought that oppresses

Transgressions so selfish

And painful distresses

Great Artist, retouch my rough bungled-up brushwork

Transform it to beautiful artwork…

That rouses amazing and hope-raising heartwork!

Lord send us Your angels

‘n make us Your saints!

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God works all things to the good for those who love Him (Rom 8:28)

He has made everything beautiful in its time (Eccl. 3:11 ESV)

O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. (Is. 64:8)