Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day.
With little time to stop and pray.
For life’s been anything but calm
Since you call on me to be a mom.
Runnin errands, matching socks
Building dreams and 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 them in my small ones’ face.
That you have blessed me all the while
As I stop to kiss those precious smiles.
May 2008 — at the zoo