A HURLER'S PRAYER

Grant me, O Lord, a hurler's skill,

With strength of arm and speed of limb;

Unerring eye for the falling 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 rest in friendship with every foe.

When the final whistle for me is blown

And I stand at last at God's judgement throne,

May the Great Referee when he calls my name,

Say, "You hurled like a man, you played the game." 

by Séamus Redmond