Lord, make me strong enough to bear
My little round of anxious care.
The day returns. For this I pray:
Sufficient wisdom for the day.
Although I may not walk with kings,
Let me be big in little things.
Grace me with modesty and teach
Me kindliness of thought and speech;
Let me not hasty be to chide
The children walking at my side,
And spoil with imperfections slight
The record which the day shall write.
Lord, make me big enough, I pray,
To triumph in a lesser way.
When petty disappointments rise,
Let me be patient, gently, wise.
Missing the joy which greatness brings,
Let me not fail in little things.
Lord, I would work and neighbor here,
Too big to hate, too wise to sneer.
I would be helpful, cheerful, kind,
Gentle of speech and broad of mind.
And though not far my circle swings,
Let me be great in little things.
Edgar A. Guest
P.S. This is something I struggle with often. I tend to make little things a bigger problem than they really are.
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