I wondered one day, with a pause and a frown,
Why some folks stay up while the rest settle down.
Are they lazy or lost? Are they wasting their days?
Or are motives just moving in curious ways?
We all have a hunger, though not always loud,
A whisper inside, not a shout in the crowd.
It pushes. It pulls. It can nudge or inspire.
But not every urge is a heavenly fire.
You might be inclined to sit on the couch,
To nap with a snack, with a blanket to slouch.
But that too is motion, a choice all the same—
So what is your motive? What ignites your flame?
The best kind of reason, a man said with love,
Is doing what pleases the Big God above.
Not fame, not a trophy, not worldly applause,
But loving and living for God and his cause.
To follow his whisper, his Spirit, his call,
Means tuning your heart to the softest of all.
He won’t grab your pen or drag you along,
But he’ll help when you ask and make you strong.
Sometimes when we finish a really big feat,
We feel kind of empty or tempted to cheat.
We pause and we sigh and we wonder what’s next.
That’s normal, not foolish, so don’t be too vexed.
Even God rested when his work was all done,
A world filled with life, the stars, and the sun.
His rest had a purpose, a rhythm, a beat.
It wasn’t escape or admitting defeat.
Not all motivation is noble or kind.
Some folks are just selfish or power-inclined.
Like Jonah who ran when he didn’t agree,
Or Satan, who wanted God’s throne and the key.
So check on your hunger, and look at desire,
Is it selfish ambition or holy fire?
Desire leads to hunger, and hunger to drive,
But make sure the journey keeps your faith alive.
You write and you work, and you dream and you do,
But the question is always: What’s guiding you?
Is it God who’s at work in your ink and your pen?
Or just ego and fear whispering, “When?”
To live with intention, to write with delight,
Let God guide your steps and your words every night.
For motivation that shines and forever will last,
Is rooted deeply in his truth and endures, steadfast.
So write when you’re weary, write when you’re bold,
Write stories of mercy and messages gold.
Always remember, through each struggle and climb,
The right kind of motive makes everything rhyme.
