"Lord of all 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 his 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 my 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."