Teach me contentment, Lord, whate’er my lot, 

keeping my eyes on You in trust,

knowing Your love is true, Your way is just.

 

Teach discontentment, Lord, with what I am;

daily striving, growing daily nearer,

finding You are daily closer; dearer.

 

Contented, Lord, yet discontented make me,

both together working, blending

all in Your own glory ending.

 

Taken by permission from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems” by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977, 1992, 1997 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust.