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 asked for a faith strong, yet simple;
He permitted the dark clouds to come,
And she staggered by faith through the darkness
For the storm had quite obscured the sun.

She prayed to be filled with a passion
Of love for lost souls and for God;
And again in response to her longings
She sank ‘neath the chastening rod.

She wanted a place in His vineyard;
He took her away from her home,
And placed her among hardened sinners
Where she_humanly_stood all alone.

She saw she must give up her ambitions
Which had been her "air castles" for years;
But as she knelt in consecration
She whispered, "Amen," through her tears.

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.

I saw her go out in the vineyard
To harvest the ripening grain;
Her eyes were still moistened with weeping,
Her heart was yet throbbing with pain.

But many a heart that was broken,
And many a wrecked, blighted life,
Was made to thank God for her coming,

And rejoiced in the midst of the strife.

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