I have a quiet moment now,
but suddenly I find
that while I have a Mary-heart,
I have a Martha - mind.
The things I thought I'd finished with
are springing back to life
like little flames among the brush
of daily cares and strife.
My thoughts seem filled with "brushfires," and
although I rush and race
as soon as I put out one fire,
another takes its place.
So now I find, when I'm alone
and peace is my desire
my mind's a busy Martha - mind.
tending to one more fire.
O Lord, I know that Martha's hands
are needed, good and kind
But in my heart I've one request
Grant me a Mary- mind.