Dear Lord, Itís such a hectic day,
with little time to stop and pray,
for lifeís been anything but calm,
since you called me to be a mom.
running errands, matching socks,
building dreams with wooden blocks,
cooking, cleaning, finding shoes,
and other stuff that children lose.
closing lids on bottled bugs,
wiping tears and giving hugs,
opening last weekís mail to read,
so whereís the quiet time I need?
yet, when I steal a moment lord,
just at the sink or ironing board,
to ask the blessings of your grace,
I see then in my small oneís face.
that you have blessed me all the while,
And I stop to kiss that precious smile