“Who do you work for?!”

the man in black shouts at the hapless flunkie

on my television screen

hoping that in the end of his work Justice is done.

He might be shouting at me too.

I have no evil masters, but sometimes it gets me to wondering

Who do I work for.

Do I work simply for survival’s sake, that bacon be in the fridge

and bread in the pantry?

Do I work for my own glory,

that my name become legend,

that my works stand as a monument

that my memory exceeds my own reach?

Or do I work for a greater master?

Do I work for a master wants me to prosper,

not meaning basking in riches

but in the knowledge that my work means something,

if only to one person who is three?

Do I work for this kind master who demands not slavery

but a willing, broken heart?

I hope I do, and because of that

I know I do.

²³ Whatever your task, put yourselves into it, as done for the Lord and not for your masters,^{[a] 24} since you know that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward; you serve^[b] the Lord Christ.

Colossians 3:23-24