In all and every circumstance
For I am a mess of pride
And resentment
Festering inside
Give me a love
For those who are unkind
Who happen to be present
Despite my ideal desire
Grant me a love for these
To not desire acceptance
From anyone but you
Who knows my deepest
Secrets and sins
And gives me strength
To make amends
When all others betray
And walk away
Grant me the grace
To remain amidst the pain
As you did for my gain
That but a trace of your love
Your joy, your forgiveness
May I employ for all
Who cross my path
May they not discover
My rath but see my
Love instead
May my frail humility
Be the one ability
In me
That causes blind
Eyes to see
And deaf ears to hear
The wonder and glory
Of your unfathomable
Mystery
-Joshua Lee Foist
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