Dear God, my little boy of three,
He said his nightly prayer to Thee.
Before his eyes were closed in sleep,
He asked that Thou his soul would keep.
And I, still kneeling at his bed,
My hand upon his tousled head,
Do ask with deep humility,
That Thou, Dear Lord, remember me.
Make me kind, Lord, a worthy dad,
That I may lead this little lad
In pathways ever fair and bright,
That I may keep his steps aright.
O God, his trust must never be
Destroyed or even marred by me.
So for the simple things he prayed,
With childish voice, so unafraid -
I, trembling,
ask the same from Thee,
Dear Lord, Kind Lord,
remember me.
