Act gently with my heart, three-personed God,
For while sinning others beg for your wrath,
Believing death the quickest to salvation’s path,
I request of You, that my deeds will be laud.
My devotion to You, never has your enemy thawed.
Sinners see God’s imprisonment as freedom; hath
I, like a sovereign village to your commonwealth,
Shall repent myself for my characters you see flawed.
Yet, I should hope that you may love me even still,
For my unchanging loyalty you have seen, I possess
Delight in my free will and faith in your just skill.
Still, fear in You consumes many I must confess,
Because even though a dog may treat life as a game,
It shall always strive to please its master just the same.
