Lord -

If I’m spared not pain, grant me endurance,

With the passing of time, unbent self-assurance,

That I do Love’s bidding

With no interference.

If I do not attain the fulfillment I need,

Keep me out of the grime of temptation and greed,

Alert me and rid me

Of their scurrilous breed.

Lord -

If deprived of the fruit of my efforts to be

What I truly aspire, do let me be free

To try once again

Most pleasurably.

For I seek only truth to be standing by me,

That I may not tire of failures I see,

But enjoy every grain

Of my blessed liberty.

Lord -

Sweet, instant success that fail to appear,

May, indeed, be remote though perceived to be near;

Let my will to pursue it

Not at all disappear.

Like a good game of chess that players endear

With interest so obvious and wittingly clear,

Let each of my efforts

Shift away from the rear.