Construction Worker’s Prayer

By Jill Eisnaugle

Lord, give me the tools to get the job done
Keep my drill bit sharp and nails in my gun
Bless my mind with skill, should issues arise
So, I will be wiser than I realize
Provide me a never-ending load of wood
While assuring my efforts shall be understood
Then, when day is passed, Lord, allow me to rest
With the knowledge that I have given my best.

Lord, grant me the will to answer each call
Even when the phone is ringing off the wall
Remind me, should I ever fail to remember
My job is a gift, New Year’s through December
I work with my hands from sun up to sundown
With warmth on my back, I have no need to frown
Sometimes, the job may become too much to bear
But, still, I am humbled, because You are there.

Lord, always be with me; help to keep me sound
Secure ye old ladder, firmly on the ground
Protect me from harm, as I travel along
But, most of all, Lord, be sure I am strong
My ultimate goal is to bless others’ homes
So, Lord, please be certain, wherever I roam
I give my heart, always, to all that I do
In the very manner, my heart praises You.

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