Sweeter than any sungMy songs that found no tongue;Nobler than any factMy wish that failed of act. Others shall sing the song,Others shall right the wrong,-Finish what I begin,And all I fail of win.
Too many times we pray for ease, but that's a prayer seldom met. What we need to do is pray for roots that reach deep into the Eternal, so when the rains fall and the winds blow, we won't be swept asunder.