Lord of all the pot and pans and things,

Saints, 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 the plates.

Warm all the kitchen with thy love,

And light it with Thy peace;

Forgive me all my worrying and

Make my grumbling cease.

Though who dids’t love to give man

Food in a room or by the sea.

Accept this service that I do,

I do it unto Thee.

-Ann Neufeld