The stupid stuff I think of when I turn my brain inside-out

Give me, my God, what you still have:
Give me what no one asks for.
I do not ask for wealth, nor success, nor even health

People ask you so often, God, for all that, that you cannot have any left.

Give me, my God, what you still have.
Give me what people refuse to accept from you.
I want insecurity and disquietude.
I want turmoil and brawl.

And if you should give them to me, my God, once and for all,
let me be sure to have them always, for I will not always have the courage
to ask for them again.

The Commando's Prayer
Col Zirnheld, Special Air Service,
1942