Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Thou Art Making Me

But Thou art making me, I thank Thee, sire.
What Thou has done and doest Thou knowes't well.
And I will help Thee; gently in Thy fire
I will lie burning; on Thy potter's wheel
I will whirl patient, though my brain should reel.
Thy grace shall be enough the grief to quell,
And growing strength perfect through weakness dire.
George Macdonald

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