Open my eyes, Lord, that I may see... My haste to say, "You are wrong," My hesitance to say, "I am to blame," My frowns when the other guy or other team wins, My smiles when I cross the finish line first, My twenty twenty vision at finding cracks in others' character, My halfhearted efforts to spot any flaws in myself. Open my ears, Lord, that I may hear... My laughter at the expense of others, My cries when tables turn and the joke's on me, My whoops when something awful happens to those I don't like, My sighs when I'm the one who is kicked in the teeth, My shouts when I detect sin in others, My whispers when I am confessing my own. Open my mind, Lord, that I may know... My hardheadedness towards those who think I'm a jerk, My open-mindedness toward those who know I'm Mr. Right, My recall of "place and time" when I've been wronged, My forgetfulness of "when and how" I've hurt others, My doubt that...