Wits End

Carole Breslin

by carole breslin

O Lord you see I‘m at wits end
With all the graces You do send.
All day long I try my best
And wonder when I’ll get my rest.

I cook, I clean, I sweep and mop
While children’s needs – they never stop.
I seek a time to have some prayer
But they search me out no matter where.

I rush around from here to there
And sometimes feel I’m everywhere.
It makes me feel like I did scatter
Those small, little cells of brainly matter

O my foolish, busy, child
‘Tis I sent you those girls so wild.
They will keep you meek and mild.
They will teach you all my child.

Be not discouraged, do not despair
When they do things like cut their hair.
Please don’t get upset at all
When they write upon the wall.

Forget the dirty, messy floor
When someone knocks upon the door.
Enjoy the din, endure the noise
Do not let them disturb your poise.

For through such things you will learn
My own sweet will to discern.
In these trials of girls and boys
Is where you’ll find the heavenly joys.

Do not worry if thoughts do scatter
They are not the ALL that matters.
Just lift you your heart up to mine
And I will give you peace divine.

‘Tis when you cook, clean and mop
What causes you to rest and stop
It is when they come to you
Then it is I too love you.

So count your blessings every day
And do not e’er forget to pray
For in loving them you’re loving Me.
And someday when they scrape their knee
When you bend low to pick them up
Think of my Way to Calvary.
It is I whom you are lifting up.

I send to you my little treasure
To show My love beyond such measure.
For when you hug and kiss each other
I entrust you to my loving Mother.
Whether in time or in eternity
There is no greater place to be.