This is the day that our good Lord has made–
This day of dirty laundry, piled high–
This day of questions: “How come, Mommy? Why?”–
This day of mud and bugs and lemonade.
This is the day my dear Friend made for me–
This day of sticky kisses, scraped-up knees–
This day of washing dishes, climbing trees–
This day of things to learn and things to see.
This is my day according to His plan–
This dust, that mess, this baby needing fed–
This stack of books and toys, that unmade bed–
This boy, that boy, this girl, and that good man.
This is the day, and be it good or bad,
In this day I rejoice– He makes me glad.