We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, <br />And ye shall have your prayer; <br />We turn our thoughts as to a task, <br />With will constrained and rare. <br /> <br />And yet we have; these scanty prayers <br />Yield gold without alloy: <br />O God, but he that trusts and dares <br />Must have a boundless joy!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-103/