The way was dark—I prayed for light

To guide my soul through deeps of night;

But God in wisdom knew me best,

He sent the dark and bade me rest.

Beset by storms that would not cease,

In agony I prayed for peace.

God heard my prayer, but sent me more,

The storm waxed wilder than before.

At last I cried, with humble breast,

"Lord, grant no prayer that is not best.

Henceforth Thy will not mine be done"

Behold, He granted every one..