Diary of an Old Soul

Was reading this again... man, it's good stuff. Just passing it along...

5.15
Afresh I seek thee. Lead me — once more I pray —
Even should it be against my will, thy way.
Let me not feel thee foreign any hour,
Or shrink from thee as an estranged power.
Through doubt, through faith, through bliss, through
stark dismay,
Through sunshine, wind, or snow, or fog, or shower,
Draw me to thee who art my only day.

5.21
But he who would be born again indeed,
Must wake his soul unnumbered times a day.
And urge himself to life with holy greed;
Now ope his bosom to the wind's free play;
And now, with patience forceful, lie still,
Submiss and ready to the making will,
Athirst and empty, for God's breath to fill.

GEORGE MacDONALD