They waited for their master
\nAnd on sight called his name
\nBut the master was not happy
\nWhen to his home he came
\nSure the staff were not asleep
\nAwake they stayed him to greet
\nSome took his coat, more made him tea
\nAnd more gave slippers for his feet.<\/p>\n
But they spent so long watching
\nAs they all felt they should
\nThere was no food or beds prepared
\nSo to appease his anger was no good
\nAnd so he ranted loud and long
\nThough hard his workers had slaved
\nAnd stayed awake to let him in
\nHe still shouted and raved.<\/p>\n
God, I feel is like that
\nHe wants us to be aware
\nHe may arrive at any time
\nWants us awake when he calls there.
\nBut he does not want us just watching
\nIf we do so He will not forgive
\nLife was not given for watching
\nIt was given for us to live.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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