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Lord... Lord, forgive me when the pettiness of others causes me to react in like manner... How much better I feel when I let irritation slip over my head and out of sight... Forgive me, Lord, when I become like a sponge, absorbing the put-downs of the moment... The useless resentment they build seems justified at the time, But...The anger that follows will have to be squeezed and wrung out like a sponge to make me usable for you again... Lord, wax me with your tolerance so these everyday irritations slip off of me and are forgotten... Leaving plenty of room for the more cheerful and happy moments... When someone is heading my way with anger... Help me to meet them halfway with love... ...Amen © 1975 Donna Friedrichs |
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