Perhaps you’re at a steaming sink,
A wall before your eyes;
But sister, you can leap that wall,
Escape the kitchen sighs.
You’re washing pots and pans my dear,
But think of it this way,
Each piece to represent a soul,
For whom you weep and pray.
Then as you plunge those dishes in,
They’re souls you dearly love,
Committed to the cleansing Blood,
The stains of sin remove.
Oh sister, give each dish a name,
And make your washing up,
A time of intercessory prayer;
Revive believing hope.
You’ve laid unnumbered dishes down,
But in your heart you know,
You’ve laid unnumbered burdens down
Where healing waters flow.
Thus from that steaming kitchen sink.
Upon the wings of prayer,
You rise beyond confining walls,
An angel unaware.
From “Farm House Cooking”
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