I prayed for strength, and then I lost awhile

All sense of nearness, human and divine;

The love I leaned on failed and pierced my heart,

The hands I clung to loosed themselves from mine;

but while I swayed, weak, trembling and alone,

The everlasting arms upheld my own.

I prayed for light; the sun went down in clouds, 

The moon was darkened by a misty doubt, 

The stars of heaven were dimmed by earthly fears,

And all my little candle flames burned out;

But while I sat in shadow, wrapped in night, 

The face of Christ made all the darkness bright.

I prayed for peace, and dreamed of restful ease,

A slumber free from pain, a hushed repose;

Above my head the skies were black with storm,

And fiercer grew the onslaught of my foes;

But while the battle raged, and wild winds ble,

I heard His voice and perfect peace I knew.

I thank You, Lord, You were too wise to heed

My feeble prayers and answer as I sought,

Since these rich gifts Your bounty has bestowed

Have brought me more than all I asked or thought;

Giver of good, so answer each request

With Your own giving, better than my best.

Poem by Annie Johnson Flint

found in “Streams in the  Desert” LB Cowman

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