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 all those things young ones 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 as I go to bed each night
My heart is filled with true love's light.
As I take one last peek I see,
This treasure You, Dear Lord, have given me.
God's own sweet blessing
to a Mother's Prayer