Years ago, I remember praying, “Lord, make me more like You.” Although I didn’t realize it at the time, God began sending deep trials to our family and church. I remember thinking, “Why, Lord?” It was not until reading this poem during my Quiet Time that I began to understand the purpose of those trials. God was just answering my prayer, “Lord, make me more like You.”
The Unanswered Prayer
She asked to be made like her Savior;
He took her right at her word,
And sent her a heart crushing burden
That the depths of her soul was 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 the Savior,
He took the 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 Savior,
And the burdens He gave her to bear
Had been but the great Sculpter’s teaching;
To help answer her earnest prayer.
—- Publisher Unknown