A Hurler's Prayer
Grant me, O Lord, a hurler's skill
With strength of arm and speed of limb,
Unerring eye for the flying ball
And courage to match them whate'er befall.
May my aim be steady, my stroke be true,
My actions manly, my misses few;
And no matter what way the game may go
May I part in friendship with every foe.
When the final whistle for me is blown
And I stand at last at God's judgment throne,
May the great referee when he calls my name,
Say, "You hurled like a man; you played the game"