Lord of reality make me real,

not plastic.., synthetic.., pretend phony.., an actor playing out his part.., or a
hypocrite.

I don’t want to keep a prayer list

but to pray.

Nor agonize to find Your will

but to obey what I already know,

I don’t want to argue theories of inspiration

but submit to Your Word.

I don’t want to explain the difference of eros, phileo and agape

but to love.

I don’t want to sing as if I mean it

I want to mean it.

I don’t want to tell it like it is

but to be like You want it.

I don’t want to think another needs me

but I need him else I’m not complete.

I don’t want to tell others how to do it

but to do it.

I don’t want to have to be always right

but to admit it when I’m wrong.

I don’t want to be a census taker

but an obstetrician.

Nor an involved person, a professional,

but a friend.

I don’t want to be insensitive

but to hurt where other people hurt,

Nor to say, “I know how you feel”

but to say, “God knows,” and

“I’ll try if you’ll be patient with me,”

and meanwhile I’ll be quiet.

I don’t want to scorn the clich