The Unanswered Prayer

The Unanswered Prayer

She asked to be made like her Saviour.
He took her right then at her word.
And sent her a heart-crushing burden
Till the depths of her soul were stirred.

She wanted a meek, lowly spirit
The work He gave answered that cry.
Till some who had once been companions
With a pitying smile passed her by.

She asked to lean hard on her Saviour,
He took human props quite away.
Till no earthly friend could give comfort,
And she could do nothing but pray.

She had prayed to be made like the Saviour,
And the burdens He gave her to bear
Had been but the great Sculptor’s teachings
To help answer her earnest prayer.
~Author Unknown