|
|
|
Poetry: Unwise Prayer
I asked my God that He would give success To the high task I sought for Him to do. I asked that every hindrance might grow less, And that my hours of weakness might be few.| I asked that far and lofty heights be scaled, And now I humbly thank Him that I failed.
For with the pain and sorrow came to me An hour of tenderness of act and thought. And with the pain there came a sympathy, An insight which success could neer have brought. "Father, Id have been foolish and unblessed, If Thou hadst granted me my blind request."
Anon
|
|
 |
|