O', let it be that I should never lack the sense
To not speak when I would seem better silent
And let me never be in want of forgiveness
Even when a wrong is done with no repent
May I not laugh when voices rise and tears are shed
Nor I seem dour in the shining of a summer's day
But be calm, composed, and loving still
Not letting thoughts be, inside my head, betrayed
O', let it be that I should never pass on by
The way where so many friends and foes did fall
Not abandon them, though they would me
Not care for what a meagre price I stall
This by Your will I pray. |
Submission Name: A Humble Prayer
