"Lord of all pots and pans and things,
since I've no time to be
a great saint by doing lovely things,
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.
Warm all the kitchen with Thy Love,
and light it with Thy peace;
forgive me all my worrying,
and make my grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
Thou who didst love to give men food,
in room, or by the sea,
accept the service that I do—
I do it unto Thee."
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