Trillions gather in your name
They work day and night, but not for fame
Without recognition or any pay
They go about their business day after day
Coordinated in the highest form of synergy
Not caught up in bureaucracy
Steady on the move, consistently ready
On and on with consistent energy
Supporting their mission
They occupy their position
As though it’s simply a matter of tradition
Again, no pay or commission
No breaks, no rest, no moment of peace
Trillions keep on chugging along and it doesn’t cease
You’d think it would bother them, but it doesn’t… not in the least
In fact, the less they get, the more their efforts increase
Focused on simply just staying alive
No agenda, or goal, but simply to thrive
Not punching out, simply because it’s five
What is it that gives them their drive
To continue to work, without much reward
Is not something that most of us can afford
Yet each cell of our body does in the name of the Lord
Without much thought or specific goals to move toward
So next time you feel you’re unloved
Remember the trillions that support you beloved
