What is it then? What can I say?
About those dirty dishes from the day

Scattered round my kitchen sink
I need to wash them before they stink

As that nice hot water comes pouring out
They’ll be clean in a jiffy and no more lying about

I stack in the plates and utensils too
Suds are building and that will do

A swish and a wipe until that part’s done
Rinsing them off each and every one

Pile in the pots and don’t forget the pan
Scrub them well, as best you can

It’s not a chore, I will confide
As I dry them off or lay them aside

These dirty dishes are a gift God’s given
For they speak of His care and daily provision

Charlotte-Anne Allen