Of telephones and tattletales
And following directions;
Arguments and attitudes
And other imperfections…
Refinement and refusal
Tug the children to and fro
As I teach,
Beseech,
And pray real hard
That good seed would
Take root and grow.
Called to train
Against the grain
Of fallen flesh,
I go
The distance in the day
And when the night arrives…
Some more!
Oh, Lord,
Sustain me…
Please restrain me
From slipping tongue…
Impatient mom…
Oh, Lord,
Please bless me…
Yes, refresh me,
That tomorrow,
I may continue on!

ADW 2005