I will whirl patient, though my brain should reel.

"But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter.." - Isaiah 64.8

"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 -