and smiling eyes And keep my lips from sharp replies; Let not fatigue, confusion or noise Obscure my vision of lifes fleeting joys; So when years later my house is still No bitter memories its room may fill
O give me the patience when tiny hands Tug at me with their small demands; Give me gentle and smiling eyes And keep my lips from sharp replies; Let not fatigue, confusion or noise Obscure my vision of lifes fleeting joys; So when years later my house is still No bitter memories its room may fill
A Mothers Prayer O give me the patience when tiny hands Tug at me with their small demands; Give me gentle and smiling eyes And keep my lips from sharp replies;
A Mothers Prayer
Let not fatigue, confusion or noise Obscure my vision of lifes fleeting joys; So when years later my house is still No bitter memories its room may fill
A Mothers Prayer O give me the patience when tiny hands Tug at me with their small demands; Give me gentle and smiling eyes And keep my lips from sharp replies; Let not fatigue, confusion or noise Obscure my vision of lifes fleeting joys; So when years later my house is still