Lord, you know better than I, myself, know that I am growing older and will some day be old. Keep me from being talkative and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something about every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it at all, but you know Lord, that I want a few friends at the end. Keep my mind from the recital of endless details--give me wings to come to the point. I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pain. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains--they are increasing, and my love of rehearsing them becomes sweeter as the years go by...

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally, it is possible that I may be mistaken...Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. O Lord, the grace to tell them so.    Amen

                 1979 - Promo Picture

The Potter Hill Country Gospel Band                1980 (That's me  2nd from right.)

A Few Years Later