“Oh, children, you are dirty,
Why couldn’t you stay clean?
I’ve just this minute changed you
And you’re not fit to be seen!”
And thus I growled and grumbled;
But Granny’s, worldly wise,
Said, “Let them play in dirt, my dear,
And let them make mud pies.
It’s only right and natural
A little child should play.
It’s only when their very sick
They’ll keep clean all day.
And there’s a little saying,
Which I find is very true,
That Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
So let them make their little pies,
And let them stack the coals;
The folk that have the grimy hands,
Oft have the whitest souls.
And if you need a helping hand,
It’s often times I’ve seen,
The hands that do the helping,
Are the hands that aren’t too clean!” —Elsie Pearson
—Mike Riley, Gospel Snippets
Why couldn’t you stay clean?
I’ve just this minute changed you
And you’re not fit to be seen!”
And thus I growled and grumbled;
But Granny’s, worldly wise,
Said, “Let them play in dirt, my dear,
And let them make mud pies.
It’s only right and natural
A little child should play.
It’s only when their very sick
They’ll keep clean all day.
And there’s a little saying,
Which I find is very true,
That Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
So let them make their little pies,
And let them stack the coals;
The folk that have the grimy hands,
Oft have the whitest souls.
And if you need a helping hand,
It’s often times I’ve seen,
The hands that do the helping,
Are the hands that aren’t too clean!” —Elsie Pearson
—Mike Riley, Gospel Snippets
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