A Mother's Prayer
I was washing Kathrynne's little hands this morning and later someone emailed me this poem. It sums up my heart. We named our daughter Kathrynne because it means "pure." Our constant prayer for her is that she would be a pure vessel. I look into her little face and my heart yearns to protect her from all of the evil and wickedness of this sin-darkened culture.
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 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 fromThee."
I scrub the clothes that soil so soon, and pray, "Lord, may her dress
Throughout eternal ages be Thy robe of righteousness."
E'er many hours 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 and pain,
Lord, keep her precious little heart cleansed from all sin and stain;
For soap and water cannot reach where Thou alone can'st see.
Her hands and fee, these I can wash--I trust her heart to Thee.
-B. Ryberg
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 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 fromThee."
I scrub the clothes that soil so soon, and pray, "Lord, may her dress
Throughout eternal ages be Thy robe of righteousness."
E'er many hours 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 and pain,
Lord, keep her precious little heart cleansed from all sin and stain;
For soap and water cannot reach where Thou alone can'st see.
Her hands and fee, these I can wash--I trust her heart to Thee.
-B. Ryberg
posted by Crystal Paine at 3:00 PM
1 Comments:
Crystal, I enjoyed the poem. I get very nervous when I realize what my son will be facing from this disgusting culture. I am commited to raising a boy who will respect women and be responsible and most of all love the Lord.It is going to require a ton of work, prayer, and consistency. I have all of these dreams for my son. Being a parent is scary but it is also amazing and very fulfilling. When my second one comes I'm going to be really overwhelmed!
Zan
BTW, what did you do for your morning sickness. I've tried everything but maybe you have some pointers?
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