Bright and Sunny Job to Do

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.

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.

AMEN