This poem was written many years ago by a 19 year old girl who was in domestic service in England. It was read by Dr. G. Campbell Morgan during one of his services at Westminster Chapel, London.
Lord of all pots and pans and things,
Since I’ve no time to be
A saint by doing lovely deeds
Or watching late with Thee
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 hands
I have a Mary mind,
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I find!
I think of how they trod the earth,
What 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!