Looking down, I saw them there — toys left at my feet

Unaware she asked to play as I worked with vigor at my seat

Quietly and sweetly, she brought them one by one

So intent at my keyboard, I had sadly noticed none

Wanting to spend time with me was her canine heart’s desire

Not knowing I refused her as I typed and did not tire

Too focused on my task to hear her soft and gentle knock

Offering me her precious gifts ~ a bone, a ball, a sock

“Play with me, I love you so, do you see me here”?

This little puppy’s wagging tail brought reflection near

Do my children come to me with toys held in their hands

A book to read, a game to play, a bucket filled with sand?

What precious moments with my children have I let slip by

Football tosses, crafts to make, a big bright kite to fly

This gentle nudge upon my heart by the Spirit’s faithful touch

Confirms to me this momma’s heart loves them oh so much

Thank you, Lord, for reminding me through toys left at my feet

My precious children come to me and there’s nothing that’s so sweet

As holding them and loving them and playing with them too

Welcoming them each time they knock, as joyfully as You

Time spent sitting at Your feet, meeting You each day

Luke 10:42 promises it shan’t be taken away

You leave no toys left at Your feet when we knock to play

You gently lift them in Your hands and in Your arms we lay

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