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Lord of Pots and Pans

A poem written in 1928 by a 19 year old girl n 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

Whether, then, you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.

1 Corinthians 10:31

ht: Thanks Jody Spiro

9 Responses

  1. I heard this poem over 40 years ago and still remembered it today, it has been meaningful in my life. Thank you and God bless.

  2. My 78 year old aunt is in the hospital with congestive heart failure and recited this poem verbatim. It used to hang on a plaque in her kitchen many years ago but broke. I tried to find a replacement for her but was unsuccessful. I am fortunate to have found this poem online and I will mail it to her. Do you know where there is a website that I can purchase a plaque for her? Thank you.

  3. I just heard this poem for the first time today at a dear friend’s funeral. It warmed my heart and the hearts of all those in attendance. We love it!

  4. This poem hung in my grandmother’s kitchen from the time I was little. Though worn and aged it hangs in my kitchen today. I have never come across a kitchen prayer that I liked more.

  5. A dear lady gave me a plaque with this poem on it over 50 years ago. As so often happens over time it was lost but the poem stuck with me. From time to time I’d try to remember it all.

    Yesterday in a Bible Study class we were discussing the story of Martha and Mary and this poem came to mind again. I wrestled with my 78-year-old memory, not able to remember it completely. My 38-year-old daughter said, “Why don’t you just “Google” it? I couldn’t believe it when it just popped up on my screen. Thank you so much!

    I’m going to send a copy of it to the lady who sent it to me all those years ago and thank her once again.

  6. My mother had this poem framed and hanging next to her kitchen sink for as long as I can remember. I always loved it and wished I could have a copy. I lost my mother many years ago, and my father got rid of almost everything that was hers. I thought of this poem while reading a devotional book this morning, and suddenly said to myself, “I’m going to google it right now.” Imagine my delight to find it here! Thank you for the poem and for putting it in context with the story of its author.

  7. I too had a mom who loved this prayer/poem.  She had a small skillet-shaped ceramic plaque that hung in our kithen for as long as I can remember.  It’s chipped an broken now but I still have it, a keepsake from my Mother who passed away two weeks ago at age 98.  It so embodies her thinking of her role in her faith.  I will be sharing it at her memorial service.   

    Mom’s ceramic plaque didn’t list the entire poem nor list an author or source.  I thank whoever posted it in its entirety. 

    – V

  8. My Mother had this prayer framed in her kitchen too, and she was very proud of it.  and she laughed in her happy way, when she said it was her. Mom worked hard in the home with her wringer washer and hanging clothes outside to dry. All the hours she spent at the ironing board,the starched and ironed doilies, the wonderful meals she made.  Always clean sheets every week.   Rarely did we go out for a meal. The garden she planted and kept up, our house was always clean and sanitary.  We were rarely sick and missed very little school.  A hot breakfast was always ready for us, and a good lunch made, or we would come home for a hot lunch when we lived near the school.   (she made oatmeal or Roman Meal for what she called brain food for those breakfasts especially when she knew we had big tests at school).   She was a dedicated Mom and was always there for our school events, and she always said it is important to attend the children’s events.  She never got her driver’s license, but she said she didn’t need it anyway.  She never slept in, always got up with Dad, making him breakfast and never allowing him to go to work without a kiss.  I sure miss her.  I know she is in heaven growing her garden for God now, and maybe she is relaxing and laughing up there.  Everyone will love her outgoing personality and helpful steady way. She was so beautiful, she has to be especially lovely there now with her halo shining down on her.  

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