I am poking my head above the paperwork
to cry out: Help! I am drowning!
Make no mistake,
I know I am blessed to be employed.
Sometimes I let it run my life,
when that's Your job.
I put this in Your hands.
Shrink it down to size,
so that I might weave it
into the fabric of my life,
just one part of a much bigger pattern—
One that glorifies You
and uplifts me in the process.