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When This Kindness is Through

When this kindness is through, who will I be?  His grace at work as yeast, kneaded as dough, My flesh baked in His breath, blessed, broken, passed, Enjoyed in joy, consumed by Him, a part  Of Him, now whole. A stone within a Stone,  In hand, He tumbles me. Held fast, I am  Shaped a living stone, quickened, possessed.  Obsessed He be to bear the image forth.  Such art as this a fearful thing  To give my God such leave. Love bears so much  away from me. But such a love it is!  So I'll press myself into His press. Changes  Will come quick indeed. To make is His,  To be made is mine. So be still, my soul, to see.   -Veronica Boulden