A Mother's Prayer

I wash the dirt from little feet,
And as I wash I pray.
"Lord, make them pure and true
To walk the narrow way."

I wash the dirt from little hands,
And earnestly I ask,
"Lord, make them yielded to thy will
To do the humblest task."

I wash the dirt from little knees,
And pray, "Lord, grant that they be
The place where victories are won,
And orders sought from Thee."

I scrub little clothes that soil so soon,
And plead and pray, "Lord, please bless
My child with the garment that never soils,
Thy unspotted robe of righteousness."

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