A Driver's Prayer

Dear Lord—before I take my place
Today behind the wheel,
Please let me come with humble heart
Before Thy throne to kneel
And pray, that I am fit to drive
Each busy thoroughfare,
And that I keep a watchful eye
Lest some small child be there.

And keep me thinking constantly
About the Golden Rule
When driving past the playground zone
Or by some busy school
Then when I stop to give someone
His right to cross the street,
Let me, my brother's keeper be
And spare a life that's sweet.

Please make me feel this car I drive
You gave me to enjoy,
And that its purpose is to serve
Mankind, but not destroy.
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