All for Jesus

When I tire of the daily grind
and struggle to go on
I lift my hands to the heavens and cry,
Its all for you, my Lord!
Then imagine it was He who supped
With these tiny crusted spoons
And wash them with my whole heart
While singing to Him a song.
I neatly fold His little clothes
And place them in His drawer
And scrub the floors of His footprints
The sticky crumbs and all
Then seeing His smile
in my children’s eyes
Hearing His joy in their shouts
I find its not that hard to do
When I remember who its truly all about.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might. -- Ecclesiastes 9:10
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. --Colossians 3:23