The Diary of an Old Soul by George MacDonald

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Thy will be done. I yield up everything. "The life is more than meat"--then more than health; "The body more than raiment"--then than wealth; The hairs I made not, thou art numbering. Thou art my life--I the brook, thou the spring. Because thine eyes are open, I can see; Because thou art thyself, 'tis therefore I am me.