Since much of work is hateful toil,(a product of the fall),
if I can’t keep what I have earned, why work for it at all?
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Each foolish heir who gets a share will spend it carelessly.
So piling up what’s to be lost is only vanity.
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The lazy one (a daughter, son, a widow, niece or knave)
who does not work cannot deserve the wealth that I have made.
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My life’s been strain with days of pain and nights of sleepless fret.
Vexation and great evil can leave nothing but regret.
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I turn to think of food and drink as gifts from God above.
For me to find enjoyment in, accepting them as love.
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So let the sinners pile it up for folks who please the Lord.
When it’s all spent then I’ll relent from heaping up a hoard.
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Source: Ecclesiastes 2: 18-26
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Newbury, Public Domain
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF-2010/ILoveToThink-Newbury.pdf
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