PRAYER ON GROWING OLDER
Though it could apply to youngsters too!
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself, that I am growing
older, and soon shall be old.
Keep me from that fatal habit of thinking I must say something
on every subject, and on every occasion.
Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody's
Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful, but not bossy.
With my little 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 free from the recital of endless details; 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 years go by.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but I pray for a growing
humility, and a lessening cocksureness, when my memory seems
to clash with the will 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 old person is one
of the works of the devil.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places
and talents in unexpected people, and give me Lord, the grace
to tell them so.