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Though I should be maligned by those I trust, let not my spirit be Broken and bowed, but may the throes of suffering Set me Free. From pettiness, and that desire Which goads one to retaliate; With patience I would quench the fire, OF vengenace, ere it be too late. And in defeat may I cast out the moods of envy and despair, and from my heart, Lord I would root out all bitterness, This is my prayer. { By Margaret E. Bruner}
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