I will use my creative thinking ability to gain success in every worth-while project that I undertake
Let Thy banner of peace wave always above the strong castle of my soul.
Why is one saved from suicide? In his heart of hearts, he was a good man driving a red truck, and his true colors came out (although reluctantly at first) even in his darkest hour. By saving us, he saved himself.
During dark nights of misfortune, I find it even sweeter, now, to offer Thee the flowers of my appreciation for being always there, protecting me.
O mighty, mystic Judge of Life, I asked Thee in my hall of soul-stillness: “What is sin?” Thy whispers of silence, dim at first, grew into bright articulations of thought; I heard and understood Thy meaning. “Sin is a rebel-king.”
Bless me, that my sacred, wise thoughts, following this star of knowledge, lead me to the Christ in everything
Thy fragrance has quenched at last the perfume-thirst of my soul.
Those whose hearts are breaking with sadness and despair: dry their scalding teardrops with Thy invisible hand.
Oh, my little, vain ego may strut proudly, saying: “Behold my glory! Worship me!” But I will look through its transparent form and behold Thine unimaginable beauty clothed in the subtle form of the whole universe!
Give us our daily bread: food, health, and prosperity for the body; efficiency for the mind; and, above all, Thy wisdom and love for our souls. Teach us to deliver ourselves, with Thy help, from the meshes of ignorance which we have woven through our own carelessness.