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, finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,

Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see them, in my children’s face,
That you have blessed me
All the while —
And I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.

And so I thank you, dear Lord,
For giving me the best gift all day and all night,
And in return I will give my word,
To be the best mother I could possibly might.