My Creator,I am now willing that You should have all of me,good and bad.I pray that You now remove from meevery single defect of character which stands in the wayof my usefulness to You and my fellows.Grant me strength, as I go out from here,to do Your bidding.Amen
God, I offer myself to TheeTo build with meand to do with me as Thou wilt.Relieve me of the bondage of self,that I may better do Thy will.Take away my difficulties,that victory over them may bear witnessto those I would help of Thy Power,Thy Love, and Thy Way of life.May I do Thy will always!
God grant me the serenityto accept the things I cannot change,courage to change the things I can,and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time,Enjoying one moment at a time,Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,Taking, as You did,This sinful world as it is,Not as I would have it,Trusting that You
God grant me the serenityto accept the things I cannot change,courage to change the things I can,and the wisdom to know the difference.
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