The following lines were composed by a very dear man converted through a stroke which maimed him for life.
A shattered wreck am I,
Enjoying now a chair;
And full of life I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there.
Content a shattered wreck to be,
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.
Naught have I else to do,
But sing the whole day long,
And He whom I love most to please,
Doth listen to my song,
He caught and clipped my once strong wing,
And now He stoops to hear me sing.
And it is good to soar,
These palsied limbs above
To Him whose purpose I adore;
Whose every act is love,
And in His mighty will to find
Such sweet repose for heart and mind.