As labour recruits my senses
For its profitable task,
Submit to its active lenses
Sights beyond what they can ask.

May food be enough to go round,
Drinks to quell revolts of thirst,
Peaceful sleep at night to abound
That all honour be YOURS first.

Remove from this day emptiness.
May all we do bear results.
When our LORD comes HIS own to bless,
HIS people are spared insults.

But we are not ashamed of shame,
If shame will bring YOUR glory.
Let every job extend YOUR fame
As we strive for our victory.

Those who revile know not
What they do to assist us.
Their mockery erases our blot,
Makes YOU not to resist us.

Make labour beautiful today,
And every trying other.
Let YOUR perfection come to play,
As our walks are together.



Okpanachi Attah studied Biochemistry at University of Port Hacourt. He is self employed

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