Accustomed to winding strands of thought, to twisting phrases in order to be successful, he is incapable of finding simple, straight words. His language abounds in traps and decoys, in shams and tricks, in gibes and sneers. In the teeth of such powerful distractions, he has to focus all the powers of his mind on one concern. Trembling in the realization that we are a blend of modesty and insolence, of self-denial and bias, we beseech God for rescue, for help in the control of our thoughts, words and deeds. We lay all our forces before Him.
Prayer is arrival at the border.
The dominion is Thine. Take away from me all that may not enter Thy realm.