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A Mother's Prayer - 2
A Mother's Prayer—2 I 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 theplace where victories are won, and orders sought from Thee." I scrub the clothes that soil so soon, and pray, "Lord, may their 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 their dress before the day shall end." But as they journey on through life, and learn of want and pain, “Lord, keep their precious little hearts cleansed from all sin and stain. For soap and water cannot reach where Thou alone canst see, their hands and feet, these I can wash, I trust their hearts to Thee." Author Patrick Atkinson
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