While on mine ear it rings,Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!Let each new temple, nobler than the last,Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,Till thou at length art free,Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
And again this mornings reading speaks of the enlarging of the heart. Psalm 119, a beautiful acrostic expressing truths, I land in Daleth, 4th letter of the Hebrew alphabet.
I cling to your testimonies, O Lord;
let me not be put to shame!
I will run in the way of your commandments
when you enlarge my heart.
And I wonder at His ability to enlarge my heart. That I can only live my life following His commands, as He enables me to. I can not enlarge my own soul, it is God’s work alone.
This is miracle. This growth.