“A 17th Century Prayer”

“A 17th Century Prayer”

Yes, the title is right. A 17th Century woman shows great wisdom in her prayer:

“Lord, thou knows better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old.“

“Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.”

“Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.”

“Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy.”

“With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knows Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.”

“Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.”

“Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.”

“I dare not ask for the grace enough to enjoy the tales of others pains, but help me to endure them with patience.”

“I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.”

“Teach me the glorious lesson that I may occasionally be mistaken.”

“Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint—some of them are so hard to live with—but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.”

“Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And give me the grace to tell them so.”


Pastor Stan

This Prayer was posted on 25 May 2019 by Willy and Pen, newsletter of the Europe and Middle East Young Friends (EMEYF), a loose group of Quakers aged 18 to thirty-ish from all over Europe and the Middle East.