The following is from Amy Carmichael:
And shall I pray thee change thy will, my Father?
Until it be according unto mine?
But, no, Lord, no, that never shall 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 Well-Beloved’s leisure,
At last, at last, even as a weaned child.
Excerpted from A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael by Elisabeth Elliot.
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