Lord!
Keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on
every occasion on every subject.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affair.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless detail – give me
wings to get the points.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of other’s
pains. Help me to endure them with patients. But seal my lips on my own aches
and pains- they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming
sweeter as the years go by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible
that I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet. I don’t want to be a
saint. Some of them are so hard to live with- but a sour old person is one of
the crowning works of the Devil.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places
and talents in unexpected people. And give me O Lord! The grace
to tell them so.
Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful, but not bossy.
With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it
all but thou
Knowest,
Lord! That I want a few friends at the end.
Source: Reader's Digest
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