Prayer for Strength

Though I should be maligned by those
—I trust, let not my spirit be
Broken and bowed, but may the throes
—Of suffering set me free

From pettiness and that desire
—Which goads one to retaliate;
With patience I would quench the fire
—Of vengeance, ere it be too late.

And in defeat may I cast out
—The moods of envy and despair,
And from my heart, Lord, I would rout
—All bitterness. This is my prayer.

Though I should be maligned by those
—I trust, let not my spirit be
Broken and bowed, but may the throes
—Of suffering set me free

From pettiness and that desire
—Which goads one to retaliate;
With patience I would quench the fire
—Of vengeance, ere it be too late.

And in defeat may I cast out
—The moods of envy and despair,
And from my heart, Lord, I would rout
—All bitterness. This is my prayer.
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