Small Blessings...

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 

Getting 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 seen then, in my small one's face 

That you have blessed me 

All the while 

And I stop to kiss 

That precious smile