The following is a poem by George MacDonald published in his book, Diary of an Old Soul.
To get the impact of his words, I encourage you to take a little time
to quietly ponder them. The form of English is a bit difficult but worth
struggling to grasp:
Too eager I must not be to understand.
How should the work the Master goes about
Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned?
I am his house - for him to go in and out.
He builds me now - and if I cannot see
At any time what he is doing with me,
Tis that he makes the house for me too grand.
The house is not for me - it is for him.
His royal thoughts require many a stair,
Many a tower, many an outlook fair,
Of which I have no thought, and need no care.
Where I am most perplexed, it may be there
Thou mak'st a secret chamber, holy-dim,
Where thou will come to help my deepest prayer."
Amen, dear Lord...may it be so.
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