Maid in His Image
Buckets, mops, brooms and rags.
Laundry, dishes and trash by the bags.
Vacuums, dusting, soap scum and more.
Don’t forget to dust over the door.
Wash all the windows, reach high and bend low.
So much to do, so don’t be slow.
Scrub all the toilets, wash every tub.
Shine every mirror, use elbow grease, rub!
Change all the bed sheets, toss down the shoot.
Sweep under the bed, what I find is a hoot!!
Pick up all the toys and put them away.
Hurry, hurry, can’t stay here all day.
I had to chuckle when I read,
The text that came to me and said,
I need you to come and paint.
I replied, LOL I can't!
My painting skills are none at all.
I don’t even paint my walls!
Lord, I thank you for my job each day,
For there are bills that I must pay.
But this!! This isn’t how I see myself,
Just a MAID, dusting a shelf.
See, I want to be in ministry.
You know, seeing others how you see.
Maybe a speaker or Children’s pastor or such.
But here I am, up to my elbows in muck!!
What’s that Lord, This is ministry?
Helping others with their needs?
By dusting and mopping their dirty floors,
They have times for their families when they come through the door.
By helping bathe that one old soul,
For me that day, was your goal?
Going to the store to buy food for someone,
You knew she was sick and needed it done.
Helping with children, wiping their noses.
Rocking to sleep till the little one dozes.
Hanging up curtains made her room bright.
The others didn’t let in much light.
Taking one to the doctor to get a form signed.
You asked me to do it, because it was kind.
I remember the lady so feeble so sweet,
You whispered in my ear, Just wash my feet.
So doing these things, I’m becoming like You?
This is the job you want me to do?
Now I see as I continue this pilgrimage
I am being MAID in your Image!