All of You, None of Me
His strength is made perfect in my weakness
His fragrance is released in cracked vessels
His light shines out from the broken pitchers
That men may know it is He and not us
That men may know it is His and not ours
I worry that I am drained every single time
The things I gather together get blown away
The moment I feel full, then I feel empty again
But I know that this is God working in me
Clearing the way for His glory alone
Sometimes, I save up simply out of fear
But God finds a way to let me empty out
He loves to build things from the ground up
Having his name written on every block
So that we can really say it is all of Him
Sometimes, God messes up my plans
Erases all the things I have written down
Plots the graph, carve the words afresh
Just so I can know that it’s not about me
He is the author, the editor and publisher
Sometimes, God shows us our heart desire
Gives us a glimpse of the promise from afar
He then takes us through a long journey
To break us down and cleanse our heart
He saves us from greed, pride and lust
His glory is made visible in my stillness
His fullness is more satisfying in my emptiness
His wisdom is made perfect in my surrender
Your wealth is abundant in my every need
You, God, are visible when I bow in surrender
The world around is parched and thirsty
I’ve got a few drops I am willing to share
Still, you throw out the little, left me to dry
It is not your will that men grabble for drops
You are digging deep, making me a stream
The world around is exhausted with hunger
I’ve got a few fruits from this single tree
Still, you wait it out, this hunger is not deadly
You will send the rain, the dessert will blossom
And the single tree will become a fruitful field

