He too is waiting for our Father to say,
'Go, and bring Bride Home,'
Until Father God gives the OK, soon I pray,
I work in joy until graduated Home.
Bright and Sunny Job to Do
By Arley Steinhour
*Sing a song at top of lungs,
When doing drudgery,
Then, before not too long,
Your Eagle heart is winging free.
*You soar above the tree-top,
You poke holes in the cloud,
Some folk think you obnoxious,
For singing way too loud.
*When they see the work you do,
They might faint in shock,
You could be cleaning out a sewer,
In self-pity, you don't take stock.
*Your world is bright and sunny,
Your song of love be clear,
They grumble counting money,
Your witness they will seldom hear.
*The thing that they don't understand,
Your song and love is not for them,
You praise your God for lending hand,
As you love and praise just Him.
*Ugly jobs still need doing,
A song helps make it fun,
No matter what the 'drudgery,'
Volunteers are seldom more than one.
*No one wants the job they have,
They cry and wail, that's all,
Nothing makes them happy,
You'd even sing if locked in jail.
*It takes a while to understand,
The joy of bright side thought,
You'll have more fun accidentally,
Than they, with money, have bought.
*Those brave enough to give a try,
Have more fun in a sewer,
Than fancy job, that they decry,
As joy-filled days keep getting fewer.
*The key, to all the joy and fun,
Christ Jesus, is the only one,
Focus on the Only Son,
Keeps woe's of Satan on the Run.
*Keep your heart under Jesus' wing,
Release your pain and woe,
Grin and Sing, at everything,
Love and Joy, your heart will know.