A Mother's PrayerI wash the dirt from little feet,
And as I wash I pray,
"Lord, keep them ever pure and true,
To walk the narrow way."
I wash the dirt from little hands,
And earnestly I ask,
"Lord, may they ever yielded be
To do the humblest task."
I wash the dirt from little knees,
And pray, "Lord may they be
The place where victories are won,
And orders sought from Thee."
I scrub the clothes that soil so soon,
And pray, "Lord, may her dress
Through all eternal ages be
Thy robe of righteousness."
"Ere many hours shall pass, I know,
I'll wash these hands again;
And there'll be dirt upon her dress
Before the day shall end."
"But as she journeys on through life,
And learns of want and pain,
Lord, keep her precious little heart
Cleansed from all sin and stain."
"For soap and water cannot reach
Where Thou alone canst see,
Her hands and feet, these I can wash,
I trust her heart to thee."
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