Thank you dear Lord for things I must do.
Tasks to complete that are never quite through.
Thank you for laundry that piles up so fast.
For the tub I just cleaned, though I know it won’t last.
Thanks for the toys that litter my floor.
For shoes that are mud-caked and sit by the door.
Thank you for fingerprints on freshly cleaned glass.
Thanks for the carpet, now covered with grass.
These things in my life just prove that I’m blessed;
God gave me a family, I can live with the mess.
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