The future is blank without a view.
That which I wanted most, You have denied;
I cannot understand (and I have tried);
there's nothing I can do but wait on You.
Earth offered much, and I had, lingered long
outside her lighted windows, wistful grown-
till at my side I heard a voice-Your own.
Lord, how could I resist a love so stong?
Take all away. I am content to know
such love is mine-for life is all too brief
to grieve for pleasures brining only grief;
give me but You; it is enough just so.
Enough-and more! Such love in You keeps growing-
in You I find my deepest joy complete,
all longing satisfied, and pain made sweet;
in You my cup is filled to overflowing.
-Ruth Graham, Sitting by my Laughing Fire