Lord, let not Magneto triumph over me.  Give me strength when Apocalypse threatens or Sinister looms.  Guide me when Sabretooth roars or Juggernaut approaches.  Deliver me from the Friends Of Humanity and let not my death be caught on CNN.  Let my powers be controllable and my appearance as ordinary as possible. Keep the Professor from finding out I changed the Danger Room drills or snuck out for pizza.  Help me to be strong and to remember that my teammates, however scantily dressed, are due my respect.  Their backs and bodies that I admire may be all that covers me in a desperate fight or rush to safety.  Teach me to respect my limits and strengths and the ways that turn others evil so that I may never follow them. Let my life be for a cause and not to cause more harm than good. And forgive all the collateral damage created by the use of my mutation that you have seen fit to give me. And most of all, may I never think myself so powerful I forget the need and love of my X-Men family. Amen.