Sin reduced work to a sweaty brow,
That which creative purpose had endowed,
With joy, passion, and His likeness,
Now busy work enslaves the mindless.

For work itself has became the master,
Driving to death all the faster,
Sucking the beauty from daily tasks,
As mankind works in eyeless masks.

Creative purpose is unperceived,
When our focus is on our needs,
By Christ’s words, “consider the sparrow,”
Reality has been unveiled.

We now sit in heavenly places,
With all the saints and shining faces,
So even as we till the ground,
We’re with Christ in victor’s crowns.

Our work shines with creative purpose,
Resurrected by He who served us.

Effort is no longer meaningless With joy, and passion we’re His likeness