There are little feet that follow, in my footsteps everyday,

Their little voices echo, so much of what I say.

Sometimes, I'm not too happy, with all the things I see.

Then I begin to realize, that they're imitating me.

My patience seems to falter, and I speak with too much haste -

'Til I hear the Saviour speaking, when I look into each face.

Oh God, please grant me wisdom as I train each little one,

Help me set a good example as You yourself have done.

I would not ask for riches, or that they famous be.

But may each find Christ as Saviour, and live each day for Thee.

 ~ Quiet Reflections for Mothers