Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, <br />All day long I like fountain flow <br />From thy hand out, swayed about <br />Mote-like in thy mighty glow. <br /> <br />What I know of thee I bless, <br />As acknowledging thy stress <br />On my being and as seeing <br />Something of thy holiness. <br /> <br />Once I turned from thee and hid, <br />Bound on what thou hadst forbid; <br />Sow the wind I would; I sinned: <br />I repent of what I did. <br /> <br />Bad I am, but yet thy child. <br />Father, be thou reconciled. <br />Spare thou me, since I see <br />With thy might that thou art mild. <br /> <br />I have life before me still <br />And thy purpose to fulfil; <br />Yea a debt to pay thee yet: <br />Help me, sir, and so I will. <br /> <br />But thou bidst, and just thou art, <br />Me shew mercy from my heart <br />Towards my brother, every other <br />Man my mate and counterpart. <br />. . . . . . . .<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thee-god-i-come-from/
