The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody else--or wait till I get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord--Needed Him myself--needed Him right
away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got too much to do,
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
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You're blessed if you have the strength to work.
You're blessed if you have the strength to work.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the
evening.
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the
evening.
I got all my work done to graduate in two months and then they were like, I'm sorry, you have read more
I got all my work done to graduate in two months and then they were like, I'm sorry, you have to take driver's ed. I just kind of went, Oh, forget it.
Handle your tools without mittens.
Handle your tools without mittens.
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself read more
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.
Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.
The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.
The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting read more
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!
