Slow me down, Lord
Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time
Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing stream that live in my memory.
Teach me the art of taking minute vacations—of slowing down to look a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to smile at child, to read a few lines from a good book.
Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into soil of life’s enduring values, that I may grow toward my greater destiny.
Remind me each day that race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than increasing its speed.
Let met look upward to the towering oak and know that it grew great and strong because it grew slowly and well
Orin L. Crain