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| A Mother's Prayer |
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| Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day, With little time to stop and pray, For life's benn anything but calm Since You called me to be a mom Running errands, matching socks, Building dreams with wooden blocks, Cooking, cleaning, 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 |
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