I pray dear Jesus Come walk with me
Help me to raise my family.
Help me to teach them right from wrong
When I grow weary Help me be strong
I pray dear Jesus, stay by my side;
I need you always as my guide
Help me to teach my children too,
How they can always have faith in you
I pray dear Jesus, come hold my hand
And lead me to the Promised Land
Please gather all my family
To be with Thee eternally
I remember so vividly when my mother wrote these words. I also remember, so clearly, sitting at the piano trying to match her singing to the notes, so that she could put it to music.
And everytime I hear these words...I'm brought back to that time, and it's only just recently that I can get thru these three short, but full, verses without crying - remembering how difficult those years were. How - again - strong my mom was/is. This was her only prayer - that she would be given the strength, a strength that every mother wishes and prays for...to raise her children to learn right from wrong.
And as I sing these words now to my babies before bed, I have that same mother's prayer.
I love you mom