Lord of All the Pots and Pans
A poem written in by a 19 year old girl in domestic service in England:
Lord of all pots and pans and things
Since I’ve no time to be
A saint by doing lovely things
Or watching late with Thee
Or dreaming in the sweet 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.
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 room or by the sea,
Accept this service that I do–
I do it unto Thee
Colossians 3:17 (ESV): “And whatever you do , in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to the Father through him.”
Thanks to my girlfriend Jody who sent me this poem a while back.
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The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
great pictures!
Nice poem…
that poem is on my mom’s bathroom wall!
Love it!
me too! and awesome reminder for me – thanks to you and jody!
hello ladies! Blessings!
That’s great. I used to pretend that I was washing the dishes and cleaning the house because Jesus was coming over to visit. I know it sounds completely CRAZY but I did it because it helped me to work to my best and work happily at even the mundane things. Washing up is so much more fun if you think you’re doing it for the King of the World!
King of the Universe…Galaxy even!
Miss M.,
Amen, and crazy? I think not. That’s brilliant!
That is such a cool poem, I’m going to remember that! I may link back to you soon 🙂
I really love this poem. It’s so beautiful to think of her having to do her chores yet wanting so desperately to be sitting at the feet of the Master.
Hi Sarah and Jen,
I’m glad this poem spoke to you…
Thank you for posting this poem. Your site was the only one that came up when I searched for it.
this poem was originally written by Brother Lawrence of the Catholic church in the 1600’s but was copied by a 19 y/o domestic service girl in England in 1928 and has been copied evermore