Hectic Days

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 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 that 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 little one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while
And I stop to kiss that precious smile!