Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest, <br />My Soule, this wholsome meditation, <br />How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on <br />In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy brest. <br />The Father having begot a Sonne most blest, <br />And still begetting, (for he ne'r begonne) <br />Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption, <br />Coheire to his glory, and Sabbaths endlesse rest; <br />And as a robb'd man, which by search doth finde <br />His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy it againe; <br />The Sonne of glory came downe, and was slaine, <br />Us whom he had made, and Satan stolne, to unbinde. <br />'Twas much, that man was made like God before, <br />But, that God should be made like man, much more.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xv-wilt-thou-love-god/
