Christian poem 'Hard Work Never Hurt Anyone' by Kathleen Higham (Christart.com)

Hard Work Never Hurt Anyone
by Kathleen Higham

When I was a little girl
I held my Father's hand
He walked me to his garden
Then gazed upon the land.

It was a labor of love
When after work every day
Seeing him in his garden
I would run to him to play.

He would pull me to the ground
Put my fingers in the dirt
Hard work never hurt anyone
No, it surely cannot hurt.

I loved my Father's garden
His roses were his quest
When on my knees I hugged him
Oh, that was the absolute best.

It never ever mattered
When sweat fell from my brow
The sun beat down relentless
I learned from him somehow.

My Dad toiled from dawn till dusk
For work had become his friend
Hard work never hurt anyone
He lived it till the end.

I could not believe I lost him
He was young, only fifty-seven
His words played in my head
The day he went to Heaven.

Hard work never hurt anyone
Those words come to me again
Hard work never hurt anyone
I whisper softly, Amen.

Hebrews 6:10
God is not unjust to forget your labor of love.

John 9:4
As long as the day is long, we must do the work of Him who sent me.

This poem was a finalist in the May 2009 poetry contest

Please contact Kathleen Higham at "kathleenhigham@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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