I asked the Lord that I might grow,
In faith and love, and every grace,
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He'd answer my request.
And by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.
Instead of this, He made me feel,
The hidden evils of my heart.
And let the angry power of hell,
Assault my soul in every part.
Yes, more with His own hand He seemed,
Intent to aggravate my woe.
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted by gourds, and laid me low.
"Lord why is this?" I trembling cried.
"Will you pursue your worm to death?"
"This is the way" the Lord replied,
"I answer a prayer for grace and strength."
"These inward trials I employ,
from self and pride, to set you free;
And break your schemes of earthly joy,
That you may find your all in Me."
-Author unknown
I like the ending words of the poem: "Than you may find your all in Me"! May our lives be satisfied with God alone.
