On Sunday we all work.
Some may appear to be relaxing..but are really allowing unborn babies to grow big and strong and ready for the world.
The crops work as well.
The corn grows in rows..
..until it almost reaches the sky.
The dogs await their commands..
..even disabilities don't stand in their way to do what they love.
The cows make milk..and practice looking annoyed.
Though on the outside looking in it may seem like we go on like it's just another day..
...we never forget our Maker.
God Bless Sundays and honest work.
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