Poetry

I stand before my maker, becoming unmade and then made again, sometimes yielding, sometimes fighting, but always under the surgeon’s knife. Which is greater, the pain of being shaped or the pain of being left as I am?

Events of recent days reminded me of this anonymous poem. I originally heard Ravi Zacharias read it in a sermon and called RZIM to get the text. When God wants to drill a man, and thrill a man, and skill a man; When God wants to mold a man to play the noblest part; When … Read more