Work: A Good Friday Poem

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.

Genesis 1:31–2:1

Work

I can’t help but think

how different You and I are

The untrained eye might view jealousy

But what I am experiencing

Is awe

Your work is not my work

You speak and it is reality

You plan and it is our destiny

You exert and none is wasted to futility

You are relentless in your pursuits

You are patient in your results

You are focused in your affections

You survey Your Work

You are pleased because of its goodness

Satisfied because of its fullness

Glorified in its soundness

Because

You don’t stop

You never recoil

You won’t rest

Until

It Is Finished

When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. — John 19:30