EWO - Poems - Holy Sonnet 14: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God

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 captivated, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love You, and would be loved fain,
But I 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.

This poem instantly spoke to me, I dont think if I tried could I pen words that so perfectly fit the condition of my own heart. I say this as a prayer myself just as I think John Donne must have. The lines are personal and intimate, a longing for closeness.