As I waltz through the kitchen
With my trusty mop,
It seems I often find a spot
Near the end of my task,
Where I must stop.

As You extend an interesting thought,
A truth or insight for me to grasp,
My heart and Your Spirit communicate…
The words come to mind as You relate,
And the weariness of the chore
Is transformed by Your glory,
A touch from You, Lord.

ADW