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AT MY TABLE

Lord, forgive me when I: Make my main course out of self-pity Drink from the cup of bitterness Make appetizers of frustrations Boil the gripes and groans of miseries Mix my salads with pain and fear  Then dress them with sadness and guilt Use the fork of bitterness to jab at cheerfulness Use my knife to cut words of comfort from a friend Serve my desserts with deceit and greed Share with my guests only sorrow and tears Lord, bless me when I: Season my entrée with laughter and sharing  Spoon Your sweetness of love into my tea Make my snacks from peace and comfort Serve the special soup of happiness and joy Mix my salads with kindness and goodness Then dress them with the oil of abundant prayer  Use my fork to scoop up your healing power Use my knife to cut away the harm of pride Use Your blessings as the topping for my desserts. Delight in sharing Your word with my guests ©  1980 Revised Version © 5-5-2000 by Donna Saulsman Friedrichs

Copyright © June 2000 Donna E. Friedrichs


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