My wishes on my prayers take wings,
And heavenward fly to sue for grace
Before the loving Father's face.
But He, well knowing all my need,
Kindly rebukes my foolish greed,
And, granting not the gift I ask,
Sets me instead to do some task—
Some lowly task—for love of him,
So lowly, and in light so dim,
My sorrowing soul must cease to sing,