With one hand He gives, with the other He takes
\nFilling and emptying the soul,
\nCarving out receptivity to His Name
\nWith each deft blow of His soul-sculpturing hands.<\/p>\n
I am never full, nor ever bereft. Neither am I,
\nBut all is He.
\nI am His form. No other form have I
\nAnd it is to the shelter of His Name He guides me
\nRegardless of how He shapes me.<\/p>\n
God wants me to want only Him;
\nTo have no place to rest outside of His Heart,
\nTo hold nothing in mind without the thought of Him.<\/p>\n
To this He surely bends my will to His own,
\nSilently, so that no one,
\nNot even I see His hands hard at work.
\nBut I cry out nevertheless,
\nLet it be done!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
With one hand He gives, with the other He takes Filling and emptying the soul, Carving out receptivity to His Name With each deft blow of His soul-sculpturing hands. I am never full, nor ever bereft. Neither am I, But all is He. I am His form. No other form have I And it is…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":232,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[672,510],"tags":[2101,156,92],"class_list":["post-4869","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-changetransformation","category-poetry-poem","tag-fullness-of-heart","tag-gods-will","tag-surrender"],"yoast_head":"\n