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God designed my soul to
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work,
and then Rest.
He promises us life overflowing,
But we all too often live
it to overfilled.
We encroach on the margin
for good rest,
Shrinking our capacity to
do our best.
Like jars we try to fit
it all in, and more,
Ending unwittingly with
less jar than before.
Incredible shrinking jars
of clay,
Built for tomorrow but gone
today.
Genesis 2
See this poem @ His Newsman
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