Human being in a 'doing' world

I am a human being, in a doing world

As the work gets harder, and the stress unfurled

There are countless targets, there is always the grind

There are numerous jobs, can life be redefined?

There is loads to do, there is far to go

There are many to please, there's so much to know

There are umpteen problems, there's no end of stuff

There are hordes of issues, will enough be enough?

So, the work is watching how I act and do

Will I follow the multitudes or be one of the few?

Will I set a new direction or follow the trend?

Will the weight of work cause me to stumble and bend?

I long to stop the need to succeed and win

To prevent the stress getting under my skin

To change my focus by step and degree

And stop my doing and to simply be

So, I will sit and rest and wait and see

And find my place in Him not me

To build my life upon the saviour's grace

And cease to run in the human race