Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee, and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearely I love you, and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce mee, untie, or break that knot againe;
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you enthrall mee, shall never be free,
Nor ever be chast, except you ravish mee. (John Donne)
This sonnet was used in our worship service this morning, and the last three lines caught me in their grip. Then as I re-read the sonnet a few times, gained more appreciation for how whole sonnet was saying the same thing. It is my prayer tonight.
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