The Lord and I peeled potatoes
It's such a mundane task
I peeled and sang Him praises
While He filled my empty flask
I sang the songs He gave to me
I slowed from all life arrant run
My voice not even middle class
He didn't turn away to run
But as my voice filled the house through
God's Spirit chased away feeling of blue
He knew that I needed that mundane task
To smooth lifes heavy day past
Cathy Hodgson © 2009
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