Holy Sonnet 74: “Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you.” John Donne.
Lady of mercy, rain down your hammer’s blows
Upon my coward heart, and under your bellows
Dirty, crusted in black, it will howl in red,
But you hold me in your hand and smile.
I am drawn past my limit, with gentlest of your flames.
But I trust in you, for you know my true shape
And you transform me, seeing my own strength
Even if I do not yet believe in it.
I thank you.
I adore you.
I live in hope.
(Edited because it made more sense if an “it” became a “me”)