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 Thee, Or dreaming in the dawn light,
Or storming heaven’s gates, Make me a saint by getting meals,
And washing up the plates.
Although I have Martha’s hands, I have Mary’s mind;
And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy 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 Thy love, And light it with Thy peace;
Forgive me all my worrying, And make all grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food, In a room or by the sea,
Accept this service that I do….I do it unto Thee.
“The more lovely your service to others, the greater you are. To be the greatest, be a servant.” Matthew 23:11 TLB