Let me wash away my judgments
As I clean up little fingerprints
As I mend up torn pajamas
Let me tidy up my thoughts
May I be just as quick with my forgiveness
May I rinse out pride and ego
Please remind me often Lord
You know Lord, as I look
- Author Unknown
As I go about my housework
Let me see each job I do,
As a service for my King
And a way of loving You.
Of others right or wrong,
As I wash up the dishes
Place within my heart a song.
And lots of muddy shoes,
May I remember how you cleaned the feet
Of the loved ones you did choose.
And sew a button on,
Show me where I need to mend a breech
That's gone on far too long.
As I tidy up the toys,
Let me sweep away my fears
Like the dirt from little boys.
As I am with mop and broom,
Sweeping up the clutter
In my heart and living room.
As I rinse the bathtub out,
And while we are at it Lord
Let's take care of anger, hate and doubt.
That the way I'm called to serve,
Is an honor given me
And not below what I deserve.
At all the work we need to do,
I think we'd better house clean
At least each day or two.
