DownshoreDrift

Batter my heart, three person’d God; for You 

As yet but knock; breathe, shine and seek to mend;

That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend

Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new . . .

Take me to You, imprison me, for I,

Except You enthrall me, never shall be free,

Nor ever chaste, except You ravish me.

                                                   

                                                                          John Donne