On the first day, our schedules are packed
Classes all morning
And labs all afternoon
Barely time to grab a bite to eat
Before a meeting or two
And an evening spent singing Your praise
Staying up late with friends
Forgoing homework and studying
For a tiny respite

The second is set for much the same
An earlier wake-up call for many
More classes
More labs
More meetings
A shift at work
Then nothing, save the pile of work that should already be done
But who has time for that?

On the third we hit the mid-week crawl
An exam perhaps
Allowing a modicum of relief afterward
(Assuming you actually have confidence in your score)
The few with moments to spare set time aside
To sing and pray and share and beg
For whatever form of strength will get us through the rest

The fourth varies from student to student
Some finally take a breath by the afternoon
While others bear still more tasks from work and school
The evening, at least, is for worship again
This time a studying that fills our hearts
With love rather than dread

For the fifth life begins to slow
We cry and decompress
Barely paying mind to the expectations yet lingering
Desperate for the peace promised to us
We celebrate as the night draws near

On the sixth we rejoice
We have made it through once more
A handful of tasks knock at the door
But the load no longer smothers our joy

The seventh is the Sabbath
The day we heed Your command:
Be still.