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."