Poetry normally leaves me cold but I love history and for some reason I enjoy reading about the American Civil War. Here’s a poem that was in a book that I must admit I skimmed through rather than read recently. For some reason it jumped out from the page and struck a chord with me. I promise that I won’t post things like this too often but I hope you enjoy it. The poem was found on a body of an unknown Confederate soldier that was killed at the battle of Gettysburg.
I asked for strength that I might achieve;
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for;
But everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered;
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
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