Caroline H
Member
My mother sent this to me today... It is a poem that her mother clipped and put in her baby book long ago, and my mother read it to me and my siblings when we were little, but it never made me cry until today. Today is my very first Mother's Day being a mother, and as I held my nearly 6 week old baby boy and read this poem, I felt a tugging at my heart that I hadn't felt until he was born. I hope all the parents here, and mothers especially (since it's Mothers' Day in the USA) get a blessing from reading this, and are encouraged to pray for their children. 
A Mother's Prayer: I wash the dirt from little feet, and as I wash I pray," Lord, keep them ever pure & 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 Throughout eternal ages be Thy robe of righteousness." Ere many hour 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 & pain, lord, keep her precious little heart , Cleansed from all sin & stain; for soap & water cannot reach, Where Thou alone canst see; Her hands & feet, these I can wash ...her heart I trust to Thee. ( by Barbara Ryeberg)
A Mother's Prayer: I wash the dirt from little feet, and as I wash I pray," Lord, keep them ever pure & 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 Throughout eternal ages be Thy robe of righteousness." Ere many hour 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 & pain, lord, keep her precious little heart , Cleansed from all sin & stain; for soap & water cannot reach, Where Thou alone canst see; Her hands & feet, these I can wash ...her heart I trust to Thee. ( by Barbara Ryeberg)
