These are the prayers children once whispered before sleep, after meals, and at the start of each new day. Compiled anonymously in 1912 and passed down through generations of families, Little Folded Hands collects the small, sincere words young believers spoke to God. Here are morning petitions asking for protection through the coming day. Evening prayers thanking Him for nighttime blessings. Simple grace before meals. And quieter requests: for sick mothers, for teachers, for pastors, for everyone the child loves. The language is deliberately, beautifully simple. "Dear Jesus, bless mother and father and keep us all safe." These are prayers a child can memorize, can speak with hands folded in their lap, can carry into the world as a kind of armor. For modern readers, the collection offers something rare: access to a childlike faith, uncluttered by complication. Whether you use it as a bedtime ritual, a window into historical spirituality, or simply a reminder that prayer can be as straightforward as a whispered goodnight, this slim volume endures as a tender record of faith's earliest expressions.
