But thou art making me, I thank Thee, sire.
What Thou hast done and doest Thou knows’t well.
And I will help thee; gently in Thy fire
I will lie burning; on Thy potter’s wheel
I will whirl patient, though my brain should reel.
Thy grace shall be enough the grief to quell,
And growing strength perfect through weakness dire.
George MacDonald, Diary of An Old Soul, October 2.
But [the Lord] said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Cor. 12:9