Be patient with me in the morning,
As the tender new life appears,
Gently and wisely train branches
That avoid life’s heartaches and fears.

Be patient with me at the noontime
And, if hail storms or wind do maim,
Will you nurture again and restore me,
And show me His way again?

Be patient with me in the evening.
I charge you to never forget.
Though sturdy, mistakes still may happen,
For God hasn’t finished me yet!

 Joan Clifton Costner 2003
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