Labor of Love…
By LIMITLESS

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

No man knows his intent, his eye’s only focused on what he shall present.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

His intense purpose displayed in detail, formed in thoughts, spoken through pangs and travail.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work,

UNTIL,

the light is shown from the morning sun, the Craftsman smiles for his work is done;

he thinks upon his labor in the dark; labor performed amongst lashing tongues dripping venomous words of doubt– as if it where a blood sport.

He remembers the care and sacrifice mingled with his deed;

Now all can see the fruits of the labor he loves, adorned in what he believed…

He say’s with a smile,

“LORD, Now they can finally see ME.”

A reply is given with the sincerity of a loving Father,

“Now Arise and shine my Son for the glory of the Lord has risen upon thee”….