A Prayer
Change my heart O God
Make it ever true
Change my heart O God
May I be like you
You are the potter,
I am the clay,
Mold me and make me,
This is what I pray
"Man is not a balloon going up into the sky, nor a mole burrowing merely in the earth; but rather a thing like a tree, whose roots are fed from the earth, while it's highest branches seem to rise, almost to the stars." -GKC
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