An Anonymous Prayer
Written in the 17th. century
Lord, thy knowest better than I know myself
that I am growing older and will someday be old.
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say
something on every subject and, on every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out
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.
Keep my mind from the recitals of
Give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and pains.
They are increasing and love of rehearsing them
is becoming sweeter as the time goes by.
I do not ask for Grace enough to enjoy the tales
of other's pain but, help me endure them with
I dare not ask for improved memory, but, for a
growing humility and a lessening cocksureness
when my memory seems to clash with the
memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that
occasionally 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.
But, a sour person is the works of
Give me the ability to see good things in
unexpected places and talents in unexpected
And, give me, O Lord, the Grace to tell them so!