A Mother-prayer for the Hands She holds

Oh, let me never be the one

To lead your little hands to wrong

…you trust me to guide you right

Hold you, hug you warm and tight

You watch my hands clap and praise

Lift you, teach you in life’s ways

Oh God, let it never be

That you should learn wrong from me

Hold my hand then, God I pray

For if you will lead the way

Then these small hands are secure

Led not by my hands, but yours

© Janet Martin