He makes me mow down the green pastures.
He leads me to generators beside rapid waters.
He wears out my soul.
He shoves me to conferences for my schedule's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of relaxation,
I fear no chance of rest;
For my feelings of guilt, They haunt me.
Thou dost prepare a work table before me.
In the presence of my comrades.
Thou has filled my mind with worry;
My workload overflows.
Surely busyness and pressure will follow me,
All the days of my life,
And I will run to and fro
In the house of the Lord forever.
by Edward J. Vasicek
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