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Kitchen prayers and rhymes


Bless this kitchen, Lord,
and those who gather here each day.
Let it be a place where we can meet
to love and laugh and pray.

Bless this little kitchen, Lord,
and all who enter in,
that they find peace, joy, and
happiness, abiding still therein.

Lord, bless my kitchen
and the food I prepare,
with grateful thanks
and loving care

We bow our heads
in gratitude
for the joyful blessing
of our food

Bless all who share
the food You provide
with happiness and peace
and forever, Thy love.

Irish kitchen prayer

Lord, make this Irish kitchen
A place where all can meet,
To share a cup of Irish tea,
Perhaps a scone to eat.
Then bless us with some leisure time,
To talk of memories dear;
Of those who came here years ago,
And taught us how to share
A bit of Ireland here.
And last we ask of you Dear Lord,
No matter how we fare,
We not forget,
The lesson taught,
Of how to love and share.


Bless my little kitchen, Lord,
I love its every nook.
And bless me as I do my work,
Wash pots and pans and cook.
May the meals that I prepare
Be seasoned from above
With Thy great Blessing and Thy Grace,
But most of all - Thy Love.
As we partake of earthly food
The table Thou hast spread,
We'll not forget to thank Thee, Lord
For all our daily Bread.
So bless my little kitchen, Lord
And those who enter in,
May they find naught but joy and peace
And happiness therein.

Lord of all pots and pans and things,
since I've no time to be a great saint
by doing lovely things,
or watching late with Thee,
or dreaming in the dawnlight,
or storming heaven's gates,
make me a saint by getting meals,
and washing up the plates.
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 the service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.


Lord of all pots and pans and needs,
Since I've not time to be
A saint by doing Godly deeds
Or taking walks with thee,
No time for dreaming in the dawn
Or storming heaven's gates
Make me a saint by getting meals
and washing up the plates.
Although I must have Martha's hands,
Give Mary's heart to me
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I see.
I think of how they trod the earth,
Whenever I scrum 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 my grumbling cease.
Thou who didst give men food,
at home or on the sea,
Accept this service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.

Prière en ma cuisine

Seigneur, Maître des pots, des brocs et des marmites,
Qui sont dans ma cuisine et dont j'ai le souci,
Je ne puis être, hélas! la sainte qui médite,
Assise aux pieds du Maître, ou qui brode pour lui,
Avec des blanches mains, la chasuble bénite.
Alors, que je sois sainte en besognant ici!

Donnez- moi de vous plaire en ranimant la flamme
En surveillant la soupe, en récurant l'évier.
De Marthe j'ai les mains, que de Marie j'ai l'âme!
Quand je lave le sol, à genoux sur la dure,
Je pense que vos mains ont touché nos souillures
Et se sont endurcies, exerçant un métier.

De prier longuement, je n'ai pas le loisir;
Pourtant je dis encore: "Réchauffez ma cuisine
Au feu de votre amour. Que votre paix Divine
Corrige les excès de mon humeur chagrine,
Et fasse taire aussi mes envies de gémir."

Vous aimiez tant, Seigneur, à nourrir vos amis,
Sur la montagne, au bord du lac, ou dans la chambre
Quand je le servirai, le repas que voici,
Ce sera vous, Seigneur, qui daignerez le prendre,
Car c'est vous que je sers en les servant ici.

Ainsi soit-il.



Thank God for dirty dishes
They have a tale to tell
While other folks go hungry
We're eating very well
With home and health and happiness
We surely shouldn't fuss
For by this stack of evidence
Life's been good to us.

Amish Table Prayer

Enable us to use Thy manifold
blessings with moderation;

Grant our hearts wisdom to avoid
excess in eating and drinking
and in the cares of this life;

Teach us to put our trust in Thee
and to await Thy helping hand.

Sunshine Pie

A pound of patience, you must find
Mixed well with loving words, so kind
Drop in 2 pounds of helpful deeds
And thoughts of other people's needs.

A pack of smiles, to make the crust,
Then stir and bake it well you must.
And now, I ask that you may try,
The recipe of Sunshine Pie.

Grandma's Recipes

This has always puzzled me, just how much is a pinch?
These recipes of dear Grandma's surely are no cinch.
A "snip" of this, a "dab" of that, a "lump" of something else,
Then "beat it for a little while", or, "stir until it melts."

I have to be a wizard to decipher what she meant,
By all these strange proportions in her cookbook worn and bent.
How much nutmeg in the doughnuts? Grandma wouldn't flinch,
As she said, with twinkling eyes, "Oh, just about a pinch."

There must have been in her wise head a measuring device,
That told her just how much to use of sugar, salt and spice.

Author: unknown


Bless this house

Bless this house O Lord we pray,
Make it safe by night and day;
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out;
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let thy peace lie over all;
Bless this door, that it may prove
ever open to joy and love.

Bless these windows shining bright,
Letting in God's heav'nly light;
Bless the hearth a'blazing there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer;
Bless the folk who dwell within,
Keep them pure and free from sin;
Bless us all that we may be
Fit O Lord to dwell with thee;
Bless us all that one day we
May dwell O Lord with thee.




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