And shall I pray Thee change Thy will my Father,
Until it be according unto mine?
But no, Lord, no, that shall never be, rather
I pray Thee blend my human will with Thine.
I pray Thee hush the hurrying eager longing
I pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desire.
See in my quiet places wishes thronging,
Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.
And work in me to will and do Thy pleasure.
Let all within me, peaceful, reconciled,
Tarry content my Wellbeloved’s leisure,
At last, at last, even as a weaned child.
Ah! I think we must be on the same train of thought this week, dear friend! I feel such a kinship with Amy Carmichael through her writings- one that never gets old- she always knows just how to express an emotion...
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this, sister. I hope all is well for you. Our God is our refuge! We rest on Him.
ReplyDeleteI saw that you posted some work by Amy Carmichael. She’s fantastic and I actually work for the publishing company that produces a lot of her books! I was wondering if you would be interested in doing a review on a new one we have out, called Plowed Under.
ReplyDeleteEmail me if you are interested at gziegler@clcpublications.com!
Thank you for your consideration,
Geli Ziegler