Brother Lawrence - Maddy Prior

There’s a rush in the kitchen, there’s monks in the hall

It’s past time for dinner, they’re silent monks all

The cook is a good man with ladle and plate

He will not be rushed in the steam and the heat

Though a simple man, he just seemed to know

As it is above, so it is below

He hums to himself all the hymns he has known

While he pulls up the leeks, they’re so carefully grown

He doesn’t like chapel bent down on his knees

Just wasting his tim with these words and decrees

H does all his work in the presence of the Lord

He is praying while salting the monks' holy food

He fights the good fight with utensils as a sword

He is peeling potatoes to the glory of God