From her book She’s Gonna Blow!
These tiny hearts to me entrusted,
Soft and tender,
Pockets of soil moist with innocence,
Laden with surprises,
With one blast of anger,
One word unkindly spoken,
One glare of intolerance,
I can cause these tiny hearts to…
Or – God forbid –
I want to plant within their souls seeds of…
Yet, thorny briers of…
I have heedlessly allowed to grow.
Able to call back?
Oh yes, more than I deserve.
Lord, I don’t want to fail again.
May I be found faithful to these created by You.
Praise for A-B-Cs perfected,
“Thank you,” for windows cleansed with Pledge.
There are no second chances.
I cannot undo the past.
Sear my heart with love and devotion.
May I be a sower of seeds,
A shelter amidst the storm.
May I hear,
“Well done, good and faithful mother.”
May I be found true.