"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."

— amy carmichael