π βOnce it was the blessing; Now it is the Lord, Once it was the feeling, Now it is the Word; Once His gifts I wanted; Now the Giver own; Once I sought for healing; Now Himself alone.β [ A. B. Simpson]
π "I often say my prayers, but do I ever pray? And do the wishes of my heart go with the words I say? I may as well kneel down and worship gods of stone. As to offer to the Living God a prayer of words alone." (source unknown)