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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 on 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 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 them in my small one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while, As I stop to kiss that precious smile.
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