Holy Sonnet XIV - John Donne

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
O, 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
even chaste, except you ravish me.

For all of you English nerds out there, this is actually 16 lines, not 14, so I got the line breaks wrong. However, This is one of my favorite poems. It so accurately describes my heart and how I long for God.