See bulletin A MOTHER'S PRAYER 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 happy 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 thank redemption's free." I scrub the clothes that fade so soon, and pray, "Lord, may their dress Throughout eternal ages be Your robe of righteousness." As many hours will pass, I know, I'll wash these hands again, And there'll be dirt upon their clothes before the day shall end; But as they journey on through life and learn of want and pain, "Lord Jesus, keep their little hearts cleansed from sin and stain; For soap and water cannot reach where You alone can see. Their hands and feet—these I can wash. I trust their hearts to Thee." (Author Unknown)