Psalm 23 (For the Work Place)

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Got this in the mail some time back and have saved a copy on my workstation, thought I should share it with you.



The Lord is my real boss, and I shall not want.
He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me.
He gently reminds me to pray and do all things
without murmuring and complaining.

He reminds me that He is my source and not my job.
He restores my sanity everyday and guides my decisions
that I might honor Him in all that I do.

Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mails, system crashes,
unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping co-workers,
discriminating supervisors and an aging body that doesn't cooperate
every morning, I still will not stop--- for He is with me!
His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through.

He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me.
He claims me as His own, even when the company threatens to let me go.
His Faithfulness and love is better than any bonus check
His retirement plan beats any 401k there is!

When it's all said and done, I'll be working for Him a whole lot longer and for that,
I BLESS HIS NAME!!!!!!

Comments

  1. Gayatri Bhadran10:33 am

    god is smiling down at you now after reading this =)

    and hes probably frowning at me for not keeping the faith =P

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  2. Anonymous12:44 pm

    great one.. i loe the psalm..

    ReplyDelete
  3. Occasional Brilliance11:54 am

    loved it. forwarding it to all my frends who work...

    ReplyDelete

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