Weary Worker
Nearing physical exhaustion
Burdened beneath a demanding occupation
Pray for the power of the resurrection
That you might stay awake
Be strengthened and financially able
To provide your family with steak
Celebrate at the end of the meal with cake
A vacation once a year happily take
Enjoying the rewards all your labor does make
Nevertheless day by day, when there is no break
When you are heavy in heart and weary
As the days drags on and you feel dreary
When the yawns abound and your eyes get teary
When you feel like a sprinter, running nonstop
Meeting your mark, but being challenged again
Wondering if you will ever find time
To sit and chat with a friend
To shoot the breeze and do as you please
To sip some wine and eat some cheese
No time it seems for such delicacies
You must work, no time for pleasantries
Everybody is toiling tirelessly
Or so they say
Your dreams therefore must no
Be voiced, nor get in the way
Push on ahead and work for boss man
The guy to whom you hold out your hand
Looking for that paycheck at the end of the week
The one who rarely listens to you when you speak
He dresses well and his clothes never reek
No sweat or stench on him by day
His less desirable duties, he passes your way
While withholding large wages and giving little pay
Just enough however to make you stay
Weary worker listen to me today
Discover a new and better way
To arrive at financial independence
Achieve economic sustenance
And utilize your wealth accumulation brilliance.
Learn all you can from the boss man
Study how he runs the show
Then once you know all
Consider taking your knowledge and go
Build your own business
Paying laborers smaller salaries
Like you are getting paid
Yet when you do keep a pure heart
From compassion for others don't depart
Train and appreciate your workers
And instead of working harder
Apply yourself to work smart.
Perhaps you might even suggest
Your plan to your present employer
If you find him accomodating
You might negotiate a raise and stay with him
Most importantly however is what you learn from him
For knowledge is power and the way to win
It's not always who you know, nor your closest kin
Your acres of diamonds is near
Just open your eyes to see and ears to hear
Boldly believe and let go of all fear
For this my friend is your year!
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Paul Davis is a life coach (relational & professional), popular worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, explorer, mediator, minister, liberator and dream-maker.
Paul is a minister and author of several books including God vs. Religion; Breakthrough for a Broken Heart; Stop Lusting & Start Living; and Adultery: 101 Reasons Not to Cheat.
Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war-torn, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.
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