Dishwater Song

Completely Undeserving
of clean water from the faucet,
of soap that cuts through grease and grime,
of turkey scraps floating in bubbles.

Thoroughly Undeserving
of life-giving children who play and fight,
of thoughtful friends who share a meal,
of a roof that protects us from rain.
Utterly Undeserving
of a kind husband who sits at the kitchen
table building K-nex with our boys
patient. loving. did I mention, patient?
Oh yes, I am undeserving.

It isn't because of
where I live
what I do
who I hang with
what I read
how I act
why I react
when I act or neglect to act.

I am not entitled to these blessings because of
how much I pray
what I read
what I write
how I think (or don't think)
where I worship or
what doctrines I believe.

It is grace. Good, crazy, I'll-never-understand-it-fully
Grace.
The grace of a loving Father who delights in giving.
So I'm humbled and more than thankful-
I'm undeserving.