God, Source of my joy, help me check my selfishness, leave the path of fear, and not speak ill of anyone.
I delight in you, mindful of your love every moment. I am like a tree planted by a lovely stream. May I yield the fruit of your love. I receive the life you give me; it thrives in me.
Whatever is evil in me is like chaff your wind blows away. It doesn't last in the face of your truth; it is overwhelmed by your presence like a great congregation within me. Watch over my way, God: may I be loving. Let my hurtful inclinations be changed.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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