A Prayer for Those Growing Older





Lord, Thou knowest that I am growing older.


Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed

                 with the idea that I must express myself on

every subject.


Release me from the craving to straighten out

everyone’s affairs.


Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point.


Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches

and pains; they are increasing with the years

and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as

time goes by.


Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may

be wrong.


Make me thoughtful but not nosey; helpful but not



With my vast store of wisdom and experience it does

seem a pity not to use it all. But Thou knowest,

Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.