Lord, let me be a lean and hungry sheep,
Who hasn't pushed his brother from the trough.
One of the lambs you will gather to you
And not among the greedy you've turned off.
Let me not be one to climb on others
Just to boost myself to highest shelf.
You put us all on this earth together,
Expecting each to help the other one.
I pray that I will have found your favor
As the ungreedy sheep, when race is run.
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