This

“Gird your loins and light your lamps
and be like servants who await their master’s return from a wedding,
ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.
Blessed are those servants
whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.
Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself,
have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.”
—Luke 12:32-48

Let it be this, Lord; let it be.
Of all our needed tasks ‘til then,
let this be what you have for me
to work at ‘til you come again.

For some are prophets of your word,
and some apostles teaching true;
some build a house on what they’ve heard,
and all here have their work from you.

Then let this be my task assigned;
in mercy, let this be enough:
Employing hand and heart and mind
to serve in daily acts of love.

No prophet I, yet may I speak
in words of comfort through the days.
No might have I, yet work the deeds
of love in ordinary ways

at this, the table in the world,
with this, the bread that on it stands:
Let your love’s banner be unfurled
above the work of human hands.

This is my task, my busyness,
and when you come to raise the dead,
Lord, may you find me doing this
and call me where you break the bread.