Washing the Feet of My Family

Washing the dishes, making the beds, combing the knots out of curly heads
Making the meals, folding the clothes, where does it end? Nobody knows…

Chorus:
But I’m washing the feet of my family
Lord, let me do it with joy
When I’m washing the feet of my family
I’m a servant in the Savior’s employ
Each little task, no matter how small, is something I’m giving
I’m giving my all
I’m washing the feet of my family
Serving the Savior with joy

I’m a big helper, I’m a great cook, read my sister a story from her favorite book
Take out the trash, pick up the floor, no matter what I do, there’s always more

Chorus

And even if you’re far away from the family of your birth
Serving among the family of God is the sweetest joy on earth

(I’m) Chorus