CRASH DAY FRIDAY
Working hard every day.
Can’t wait ‘till I can say –
it’s the last day the week;
crash day ‘cause it’s Friday.
Lots of payments left to make,
but I don’t give a care.
Just as long as Friday comes,
they can have their fair share.
Can’t wait ‘till Friday comes,
and I have earned my cash.
When my work week is over,
it’s time for me to crash.
When my children were small, Fridays was the most special day of the week. They could stay up later than usual, although bedtime usually found
them lolled out on a chair or sofa, their zzzzzz’s flying as the tv blared in the background. Seep patterns were closer to
bedtime than realized, but they believed Crash Day Friday was special. Those words are still used today in their vocabulary, and bring
pleasant memories to mind. When the work week ends, it’s time to rest, or crash. What better way to appreciate all the hard work that’s been done, and
things accomplished during the week, by celeberating with a hand full of potato chips, a soda, and a good movie.
“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:29-30)
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