When It Comes Time To Die, Make

That Saint Who Advances On His Knees Never Retreats.

Wherever You Are, Be All There! Live To The Hilt Every Situation You Believe To Be The Will Of God.

Be On Guard, My Soul, Of Complicating Your Environment So That You Have Neither Time Nor Room For Growth!

Lord, Give Me Firmness Without Hardness, Steadfastness Without Dogmatism, Love Without Weakness.

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.