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 building blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff 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 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.