Dear Lord

May your smile be in my greeting;
your love reflect in my eyes;
send evil within me, retreating;
and truth, be all my replies.

Fashion my arms for your purposes;
grant me your wisdom from above;
allow that only my kindness surfaces;
that others might sense your Love.

Transform all wickedness, I have inside;
that, only love and compassion, remain;
stem any growth of my unending pride;
and grant all my loved ones, the same.

Grant that I shall always love life;
willing to defend it, with my own;
give me courage to endure all strife;
and appreciate how I have grown.

Grant that faith will make me grow bold;
your enemies; I embrace as mine;
especially so, as I begin to grow old;
I pray for your strength, divine.

I pray that my enemies see me as love;
though they feel nothing but hate;
allow them to see your wisdom above;
seeing, your truth is beyond debate.

Allow no seed of evil, within me to grow;
that its thoughts may never enthrall;
and grant me the wisdom to always know:
you are the Master, and Lord of all.

Monty 7/25/22. # 1,224