Dear Lord,
It's such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm,
Since you called on me to be a mom,
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with building blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last weeks mail to read,
SO where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while,
and I stop to kiss that precious smile.
