Lord of 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 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.