Oh, God who makes,
who spent six days at work,
who carved and sculpted the earth,
who refined and appraised and saw:
See me, too, as I ready my hands,
As I make my plans,
As I set my alarm
and blink away weariness in the quiet morning.
See me as my list grows,
as my responsibilities deepen,
as my obligations expand.
See me not as the sum of what I can produce
but as the person I am:
as a being with fears and dreams,
as a child of the King.
Oh, King who came as a carpenter,
who did not give himself the comfort of easy living,
who knew the value of a job done perfectly:
Know me, too, as I do my very best
As I finish what is set before me,
As I learn how to begin well
and follow through
and finish honorably
Just as you do.
Oh, Lord of the harvest,
remind me whose ravens bring the bread
And remind me that sometimes they bring opportunity instead.
May I waste neither,
And may I find rest knowing
You have created me to find joy in my labor.
Amen.
