Lord:
smooth my hard ridges,
so i might be
more gentle;

curb my wandering ways,
so I might walk
the streets
of your kingdom;

touch my frantic pace,
so i can slow down enough
to see the children at play;

calm my harsh words,
so i can speak
peace
where there is none.

continue to make me
in your image,
Lord, so i might
be your child.
Amen.

(c) 2006 Thom M. Shuman