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 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.