A poem written by my great-grandmother Loella Woolley:
My Prayer
Lord, help me not to hurt the ones I love,
Nor ever tread with heavy step
On feelings that are tender -
Feelings that are beautiful and rare.
Forgive me when I've failed to understand
How much some thoughtless act of mine
Can hurt the ones for whom I truly care.
Keep me alert in mind and heart
And never let me walk unthinking,
Blinded by selfish pride,
But help me know that You are there
And waiting to forgive once more
My contrite heart. And when tomorrow dawns
Help me to start anew, as if today had never been.
This is my prayer.
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