Teach us Lord,
to be sweet and gentle in all the events of life--
in disappointments,
in the thoughtlessness of others,
in the insincerity of those we trusted,
in the unfaithfulness of those on whom we relied.
Let us put ourselves aside,
to think of the happiness of others,
to hide our little pains and heartaches,
so that we may be the only ones to suffer from them.
Teach us to profit by the suffering
that comes across our path.
Let us so use it that it may mellow us,
not harden nor embitter us;
that it may make us patient, not irritable,
that it may make us broad in our forgiveness,
not narrow, haughty and overbearing.
May no one be less good
for having come within our influence.
No one less pure, less true, less kind, less noble
for having been a fellow-traveler in our journey
toward Eternal Life.
As we go our rounds from one distraction to another,
Let us whisper from time to time,
A word of love to Thee.
May our lives be lived in the supernatural,
full of power for good,
And strong in their purpose of sanctity.
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