NONE ELSE BESIDES HIM

When the left hand throws me to the ground,

The right is already pulling me around.

When every door looks sealed and tight,

He hides Himself to build my sight.

The fall is His, the rise is too,

There ain't another pulling you.

No other hand, no other claim,

Behind the dark—He stays the same.

He lets me taste how weak I am,

Until I quit believing I can.

Until the heart is forced to cry,

“Creator, without You—I die.”

The distance builds the true demand,

The broken heart reaches for His hand.

Every descent strips away my pride,

Till there's nowhere left for “me” to hide.

And when He lifts me from the floor,

And suddenly I taste Him more,

I cannot say, “Look what I've done.”

He drew me close—there's only One.

So when I'm low, I won't complain,

Or make myself the cause of pain.

The Shechina aches when we're apart;

Her exile is what breaks my heart.

And when I'm raised and joy appears,

When light replaces all my fears,

My joy is not that I am free—

It's that the whole draws closer through me.

The will to receive will always remain,

But now we turn its course again:

Not what can I take, not what can I own,

But how can I bring contentment to His throne?

So throw me down or pull me near,

Give me darkness, give me clear—

Through every state, through thick and thin,

There is none else besides Him.