 Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. |
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MY HANDS WERE BUSY My hands were busy through the day. I didn’t have much time to play. The little games you asked to do, I didn’t have much time for you. I’d wash your clothes. I’d sew and cook. You’d ask and I’d read from your book. I’d tuck you in all safe at night, And hear your prayers; turn out the light. Then tiptoe softly by your door, I wish I’d stayed a minute more. For life was short, the years rushed past, A little boy grows up so fast. No longer is he at my side, His precious secrets to confide. The picture books are put away. There are no longer games to play. No Teddy Bears or misplaced toys No sleepovers with lots of boys. No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear. That all belongs to yesteryear. 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 to do. Anonymous |
Don't be to busy planning and running an event, that you forget to enjoy it. Spend those special occasions with your family, not behind the scenes.
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