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 me to be a Mom.

Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with matching blocks.



Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose.

Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs.

A stack of last week's mail to read,
So where's 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 them, in my small one's face,

That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.