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 matching 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 Email's 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 then, in my small one's face,
    That You have blessed me
    All the while -
    And I stop to kiss
    That precious smile.