When I was growing up, Saturday was house-cleaning day, cause
Comp’ny was comin’ on Sunday!
We’d clean, and bake and kill a chicken or two
And if, by chance, we got invited somewhere else
We’d still clean, and bake and offer to take the baked goodies with us
Cause, that’s just what ya did.
Seems different now
What with all our labor saving devices
We no longer have time for such thing as
Leastwise, not without planning and planning
and maybe even painting or hangin’ new curtains.
I have a picture hanging right by my chair.
You can tell it was stitched up a long time ago
Cause it tells neighbors when they are welcome!
Which is pretty much all the time.
Lord, make me a woman given to hospitality.
Not just on Sunday, when I’ve cleaned and baked
and killed a chicken or two.
But anytime. Anytime you deem it proper for
My day, which is really Your day!