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 last week's mail 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 stoop to kiss... That precious smile