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 wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, 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,
While at the sink or ironing board,
To ask for blessings of Your grace,
I look into my small one's face,
And see Your greatest gift of all
Looking up so sweet and small.

This little treasure, standing there,
The answer to a mother's prayer.

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