When for a purpose I had prayed and prayed and prayed Until my words seemed worn and bare With arduous use, And I had knocked and asked and knocked and asked again, And all my fervor and persistence brought no hope, I paused to give my weary brain a rest And ceased my anxious human cry. In that still moment, After self had tried and failed, There came a glorious vision of God’s power, And, lo, my prayer was answered in that hour. Lowell Fillmore