Day 79

Batter my heart, three personed 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.

I, like an usurped town to another due,

Labor to admit You, but Oh! to no end.

Reason, Your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,

But am betrothed unto your enemy;

Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;

Take me to You, imprison me, for I,

Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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Loving this poem by John Donne written about 1610. Actually was assigned for reading in my English class. 

How often do we plea to God to batter our hearts to release the knot that ties us to evil?