First clean the house and wash the clothes,
Then get the tires changed.
When suddenly a problem comes
It all gets rearranged.
I scurry like a little mouse,
Running all through the day.
At night I crawl into my bed
Much to tired to pray.
I say, “If life was easier,
If I had less to do,
Then I could find a way each day
To spend more time with you!”
But I know that’s a fairy tale,
I know it isn’t true.
We set priorities each day
And then we follow through.
I need to stop complaining, Lord,
About my busy day
And set aside some time for you
To sit and praise and pray.
I miss you when I’m not around
And that’s my fault, not yours
So I will see you when I rise
Before I start the chores.
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