Through your grace, I am not needy.
Help me, Lord, not to be greedy.
I owe to you, what I possess,
suppress my thoughts of selfishness.

You've given me all that I need,
you've blessed me with enough, indeed.
Subdue my quest for fame and gold,
that leaves me with a heart that's cold.

Change my thoughts of hate and lust,
into ones of love and trust.
Rather than fight and disagree,
let me strive for harmony.

Let me not feud nor hold a grudge.
Give my heart that gentle nudge.
To replace my rage and anger,
make tranquillity no stranger.

Take away my apathy,
that I may hear another's plea.
If I'm arrogant or rude,
modify my attitude.

Make me tolerant of those,
whose viewpoints I might oppose.
Guide me down that narrow way.
Lord, it's for these things I pray.

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