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Lord, Thou knowest better than I
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 everybody's affairs. 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
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 for a growing humility and a lessening cock-sureness
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, for 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, O Lord, the
grace to tell them so. Amen. Author Unknown
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