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Lord, give me patience when wee hands
Tug at me with their small demands.
Give me gentle, smiling eyes,
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
Let not weariness, confusion, and noise
Obscure my vision of life’s fleeting joys.
So when in the future my house is still,
No bitter memories its silence may fill.
~Author unknown
