Sunday Poem.

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Back to Donne, because this is devotional, carefully constructed, and beauty shines through it. It is the prayer of every man and woman of God, sensitive to their sins, and hating the habits of deceit they find on self examination.

It’s difficult, costly and time consuming to build up, but cheap and easy to tear down. From a spiritual perspective, it is better to be one who builds and contributes, rather than one who steals and destroys.

It is important to talk through the complicated issues of our deepest desires, our inmost fears and frustrations, and get those things into words that are understandable, correct, and fitting. It’s important because this is how we come to terms with ourselves and accept God’s grace, find healing, and forgiveness. This should not be mistaken for “glorifying sin”.

It takes courage and faith to make a confession. It’s not proper to tell someone to shut up about their past errors, and keep their nose to the grindstone, if they have not yet achieved an effective confession. If God has put it on their heart to pass along their story to edify others, then it becomes more important for them to practice their testimony until their confession of sin can be transformed into a profession of faith.

Jack, Sigma Frame

And hence, a poem from a man who went from cad and seducer to the Dean of St Paul’s, and preached to Kings.

A Hymn to God the Father

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow’d in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.

John Donne