Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I do not labor for silver or gold
Or wealth beneath the sun
I labor to hear on that blessed Payday
“My good, faithful servant, well done”
I do not labor for mens applause
When at last my race is run
I'll fight the fight and run because
I want Him to say "well done"
The wealth of this world is fleeting and vain
It's pay is quickly gone
But there is a grand payday up in Heaven
If we hear Him say "well done"