Lord, Make me an instrument of Your healing love; Where there is vomit let me bring Lysol; Where there are boogers, Kleenex; Where there is fever, Tylenol; Where there is boredom, library books; Where there are chills, warm blankets; And where there is whininess, Scooby Doo.
O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek To be well-rested as to provide clean sheets, To be appreciated as to
