Comments about Edna Hirons
A Mother's Prayer
She is so little yet, dear God,
Too little now to take the rod
Of life within her own small hand,
So she is rocked to sleepy land.
I put her down, and say goodnight,
And wonder, Lord, have I done right
I am too weak for this great task
Of motherhood, and so I ask
That thou, who blest me so, impart
More grace and wisdom in my heart,
And may the things I do each day
Be but to help her on her way.