Strawberries & cream

Good Lord,

I'm writing to ask you for the big gift of calm and patience, for the big gift of not tellin' everyone to shut up, for not makin' them open their eyes on the shit they're livin' in and for not showin' 'em all my will to kick their ass in.
I beg you to send me some sanity or someone will be (spiritually) hurt - and you know I'm a good girl, after all.
Sorry for explicit words, Lord, but you know how these things go;
could you lend me an hand about the life-teachers trouble as well? I'd really appreciate it.
Waiting for your blessed reply.