I am not a servant to any man, nor any idol,
I will not wear a saddle or submit to bit and bridle.
For I am owned completely by the Maker of my soul,
And do not work for Him for either silver nor mere gold.
For His burden is quite easy, His yoke is mighty light,
It fits me like a glove though it not always feels just right.
He never asks me to do what He would not do Himself,
He keeps me, oh so busy, no time to sit upon the shelf.
I serve Him out of gratitude; serve Him out of love,
He has His eye upon me as He watches from above.
He owns me lock, stock, and barrel and I don’t mind at all;
Most times I get excited when my name He sweetly calls.
But other times it’s annoying, I don’t recognize His voice.
So, I pray for every day to guide me in right choice.
What a privilege, what a joy to work with the greatest Boss,
No matter how small the job, it’s always gain and never loss.
He carries not a whip, for He Loves me like a child;
And compassion and great mercy are His favor and His style.
The pay is most incredible, it’s stored in heaven’s bank.
But all I can really give Him is love and heartfelt thanks.
He owns it all, yes everything, my help He does not need;
But I’m so glad He gives me work I try my best to heed.
His honorable call for service, what joy to my heart brings,
Working for my Savior Jesus, the Boss, the Christ, the King!
Tertius
For we are co-workers in God’s service;
you are God’s field, God’s building.
1 Corinthians 3:9
A note about “Best Boss Ever”: Thinking I was taking someone to the local Social Security office I was rather upset when they got in my truck and I found out their destination was 50 miles away. I was told before I left that this person was a user and didn’t deserve for me to work for them. I stated the fact that I wasn’t working for them, but for the Big Boss. I wrote this poem sitting outside the Social Security office. Once again God takes bad and makes it good!