Brother Lawrence
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 time with these words and decrees.
He 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
Hermano Lawrence
Hay un ajetreo en la cocina, hay monjes en el pasillo
Ya es hora de cenar, son todos monjes silenciosos
El cocinero es un buen hombre con cucharón y plato
No se apresurará en el vapor y el calor
Aunque es un hombre sencillo, parece saber
Como es arriba, así es abajo
Tararea para sí mismo todos los himnos que ha conocido
Mientras arranca los puerros, tan cuidadosamente cultivados
No le gusta la capilla inclinarse de rodillas
Solo desperdiciando su tiempo con esas palabras y decretos
Hace todo su trabajo en presencia del Señor
Está rezando mientras sala la comida sagrada de los monjes
Lucha la buena batalla con utensilios como espada
Está pelando papas para la gloria de Dios
Escrita por: Maddy Prior / Rick Kemp