I once took a job for a dollar or two.
My joy didn’t last, as such labors will do.
The pay was okay, but I often felt ignored—
Until I focused my work to please the Lord.
He doesn’t pay a salary in silver or gold,
But he gives me peace that never grows old.
My timecard is love. My reward is his grace.
And his light is what always brightens my face.
Some bosses want more than I can get done,
But God gives me strength for the entire run.
He knows when I’m weary and how much I care,
And he helps me keep going when life isn’t fair.
The world says, “Be famous. Be strong. Be your own.”
But I’d rather serve gladly before God’s great throne.
For joy isn’t found in control or applause,
But in fulfilling the Lord’s important cause.
Whenever I stumble or trip on my way,
He lifts me with mercy and saves my day.
Mistakes become lessons. His grace makes them new.
He’s more than a boss—a friend through and through.
Someday, I’ll stand where the angels applaud.
I’ll hear that sweet voice—the voice of my God:
“Well done, faithful worker. You’ve done my will.”
I’ll smile and say, “Lord, it’s been a great thrill.”
