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Proverbs 24:33-34 

33 “A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to relax,
34 and your poverty will come like a bandit,
and your need like an armed robber.”

 

Howdy toots?

 

Deep in the heart of Texas … labor on the wall

The question then remains … who is the busiest of all?

Some work from the early morning … to deep into the night

always very repetitive … to try to make things right

 

Some let work trickle down … and sit back to count their money

Leaving the sweat to others … resting in milk and honey

I seem fairly happy … in my feathered nest

rolling slowly down the hill … later I explain the rest

 

Jan Wienen

 

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