Lord, of all the pots and pans, and things
Since I've not 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 must have Martha's hands,
I have a 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 kitchens with Thy love,
And light it with Thy peace,
Forgive me all my worry
And make my grumbling cease.
Amen


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