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 and 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 then, in my small one's face,
That You have blessed me all the while-
And I stoop to kiss... That precious smile.
Author Unknown
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