I found this poem in the transcript of a BYU fireside I was reading- it was too great to not share!
I prayed for strength when life pulsed low
Until God answered me:
"Go, lift the load of weary ones
Then I will strengthen thee."
I asked for courage when hope despaired,
Then came a voice benign:
"Inspire with faith thy brother's soul,
And I'll inspire thine."
I longed for light when darkness made
Me stumble through the night:
"Thy lamp held high for others' feet
Will make thy pathway bright."
I prayed that wisdom, talent, skill
Increased their meager store:
"First, share the portions that you have,
And I will give thee more."
At length I learned that blessings sought,
And help for which I pray,
Are only mine when shed abroad
And given, first, away.
[Leila Grace Bassford, in Especially for Mormons, vol. 3, complied by Stan and Sharon Miller (Provo, Utah: Kellirae Arts, 1976), p. 252]