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![]() 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 stop to kiss that precious smile! .............Author Unknown ![]() ![]() A special thanks to Denise for the beautiful graphic, and also for finding the poem, A Mother's Prayer. ![]() ![]() ![]() public domain, if you see any that are not, please let me know and I will remove them immediately. Email meTGii95@aol.com. I would love to hear from you. Oh, and be sure to sign my guestbook. God Bless ![]() Copyright©1999 RainMist |