Thank you, Lord.

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 weeks 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.