Lord, Even a thistle bears fruit.
When I am a thistle, sharp with others and stuck on something unkind,
forgive me and remind me that
I am not the center of the world.
Remind me that I must love my neighbor as I love myself.
In spite of my shortcomings,
let me bear fruit.
I give myself to You.
Do with me as You choose.
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