If you’ve never read this, you might want to pause and reflect on Amy Carmichael‘s request:
Think through me, thoughts of God,
My Father, quiet me,
Till in Thy holy presence, hushed,
I think Thy thoughts with Thee.
Think through me, thoughts of God,
That always, everywhere,
The stream that through my being flows,
May homeward pass in prayer.
Think through me, thoughts of God,
And let my own thoughts be
Lost like the sand-pools on the shore
Of the eternal sea.