It’s Not My Job
Temptation’s there for me these days
To comment on the world which lays
A spread of food for public use,
Whose nutrient is quite diffuse.But then I think, it’s over now –
Not my concern – I must allow
The folks who now take up the task,
To do their work like us in past.They may be quite intelligent,
Or not – perhaps their spirit’s spent
On things which matter not these days,
Sold out to world which better pays.It really does not matter now;
The work for me which You allow
Is work You want to do through me –
Help me, O Lord, to focused be.navigation