Years ago I copied this prayer onto a piece of paper and left it in my guitar case. I'm always surprised when I find it again, a friendly reminder from my former self. I wish I could remember the original source of it.
Lord, keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details—give me wings to get to the point.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of other’s pains. Help me to endure with patience, but seal my lips on my own aches and pains.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint—some of them are so hard to live with.
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.
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