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The Gift of Love
This Was Your Life
The Most Precious Gift You Can Give Is Your Time
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Call Us Blessed
The Most Precious Gift You Can Give Is Your Time
Afternoon Light Dogwood  By Thomas Kinkade
Afternoon Light Dogwood By Thomas Kinkade

My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play.
The little games you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook.
But when you'd bring a picture book
And ask me please to share your fun.
I'd say, "A little later small one."

I'd tuck you in, all safe at night,
And pray with you, then turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed, a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past...

A little child grows up so fast
Their precious secrets to confide
There are no longer games to play
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to pray...

That all belongs to yester-year.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me too.

I hope this poem will remind you to make each and every day count for both you and each of your children.

A Mother's Prayer

Dear Lord, it's been 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 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,
I see then, in my small ones's face,
That you have blessed me
all the while~

And I stoop to kiss
that precious smile.

(Author Unknown)

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