A Mother's Prayer - Poem by Edna Hirons
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.
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