For Heather, Kristi, and all the other ladies I link arms with on this journey heavenward.
Monday morning, coffee brewing,
House is quiet, mind is stewing.
Lord, I have so much to do,
I knew I had to come to You.
My week is full, the tension high,
All that can wait- it seems that I
Have come to know, have come to see
This time with You- necessity.
The tasks bear down, the piles call,
Temporary, transient, earthly-all
Time spent with You to know Your heart
Turns piles into works of art.
As You teach me, this earthly home
Becomes a place to do Your will.
The highest calling, the noblest task,
With lives to love and hearts to fill.
Your sweetness, Lord. Your mercy, Lord.
Your goodness, Lord. Your grace--
Please fill me up on this full day.
With all my heart I seek Your face.
