When I am in my kitchen, I know the Lord is near,
I may be doing washing, or sitting in my chair,
Or maybe I am cooking, to make a dainty dish,
I ask His blessing on it, He kindly grants my wish.
As I take up my iron, to straighten out a crease,
He straightens out my problems, and gives me perfect peace.
Like when I put my clothes on, to cover up my skin,
His righteous robe He gives me, and takes away my sin.
For righteousness imputed, is what He wrought for me,
A life lived as my proxy, my substitute to be;
Not only by His living, but died upon the tree,
Bearing my sin, He suffered, then rose to set me free.
Sometimes he pays a visit, which is so real to me,
I could reach out to touch Him, though nothing I can see,
But He has touched my spirit, and set my soul on fire,
Renewing love within me, He meets my soul's desire.
His love passes all knowledge, an ocean all divine,
Which always is surrounding the isle of life that's mine,
And as I bathe within it, there is no shore or beach,
Its length, and breadth, and deepness, is far beyond my reach.
He said, I will be with you, to cheer you on your way,
That you may know my presence, throughout each passing day,
So, sitting in my kitchen, although I'm on my own,
I cannot be down-hearted, or feeling I'm alone.
So if you find my body, still sitting in my chair,
Don't grieve because you're finding my real me not there,
He's paid me His last visit; He'll visit me no more,
For I will visit His home, to worship and adore.
Then will be no more sorrow, no tears to wipe away,
No sin to cause me problem, no food to cook each day,
No clothes in need of washing, but clothed in garments white,
I'll see Him, and be like Him - And there, will be no night.
Written by an elderly gentleman who self-published books full of articles, anecdotes, pictures and poetry like this one. Titles include:
-One Man's Furrow
-From Ploughboy to Pastor
by David Obbard, £4 each and we have them all in stock