Game of Life Player

God, help me to be a good sport in this little game of life. I don't ask for an easy place in the lineup. Play me anywhere you need me. I only ask for stuff to give You one hundred percent of what I've got. If all the hard drives seem to come my way, I thank you for the compliment. Help me to remember that You won't ever let anything come my way that You and I together can't handle.
And O God, help me to always play on the square. No matter what the other players do, help me to come clean. Help me to study and think about the Greatest Player that lived, and other great players that are told about in the book.
Finally, O God, if fate seems to uppercut me with both hands and I'm laid on the shelf in sickness or old age or something, help me to take that as a part of the game,too. Help me not to whimper or squeal that the game was a frame-up or that I had a raw deal.
When in the falling dusk I get the final bell, I ask for no lying complimentary stones. I'd only like to know that you feel that I've been a good, game guy.