I ASK good things that I detest, <br />With speeches fair; <br />Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, <br />But hear my prayer. <br /> <br />I say ill things I would not say - <br />Things unaware: <br />Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day, <br />And not my prayer. <br /> <br />My heart is evil in Thy sight: <br />My good thoughts flee: <br />O Lord, I cannot wish aright - <br />Wish Thou for me. <br /> <br />O bend my words and acts to Thee, <br />However ill, <br />That I, whate'er I say or be, <br />May serve Thee still. <br /> <br />O let my thoughts abide in Thee <br />Lest I should fall: <br />Show me Thyself in all I see, <br />Thou Lord of all.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-6/
