Music : Mike Lynn / Lyrics : Adopted & modified from an anonymous poem found on the internet by accident.
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 her to be a mom
Running errands and matching socks
Building dreams and matching blocks
Cooking, cleaning & finding shoes and things that young ones lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
Stack of last week's mail to read
Where's the quiet time she needs ?
Yet as she goes to bed each night
Her heart is filled with true love's light
As she takes one last peek she sees,
The treasure God's given her "Should look forward to what life holds and not what has been I'll share pleasant times, bear your pain, If you fall, I'd be there to pick you up again...." She has waiting for the day when someone would come and stay New life is blooming evermore with sweetness never known before So as she goes to bed each night Her heart is filled with true love's light God's own sweet blessing sleeping there The answer to a mother's prayer
"Should look forward to what life holds and not what has been
I'll share pleasant times, bear your pain,
If you fall, I'd be there to pick you up again...."
She has waiting for the day when someone would come and stay
New life is blooming evermore with sweetness never known before
So as she goes to bed each night
God's own sweet blessing sleeping there
The answer to a mother's prayer