A Mother's Prayer
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 block.
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, the 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.