Thought for the Day 7.0

My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;

I think thy answers make me what I am.

Like weary waves thought follows upon thought,

But the still depth beneath is all thine own,

And there thou mov'st in paths to us unknown.

Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;

If the lion in us pray—thou answerest the lamb.

(From May 26, today's daily devotional in George MacDonald's Diary of an Old Soul,

all 365 devotionals composed in perfect seven-line poems.)