Service

Lord of all pots and pans and things

Since I’ve no time to be

A saint by doing lovely things,

Or watching late with You,

Or dreaming in the dawnlight,

Or storming heaven’s gates,

Make me  a saint by getting meals,

And washing up the plates.

 

Although I must have Martha’s hand,

I have a Mary mind;

And when I black the boots and shoes,

Your sandals, Lord, I find,

I think of how they trod the earth,

Each time I scrub the floor;

Accept this meditation, Lord,

I haven’t time for more.

 

Warm all the kitchen with Your Love,

And light it with Your peace,

Forgive me all my worrying,

And make all grumbling cease.

You who love to give me food,

In room or by sea,

Accept this service that I do ~

I do it unto Thee.”   

                    Author Unknown

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