LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, <br />If mine I am; and Thine much more <br />Then I or ought or can be mine. <br />Yet to be Thine doth me restore, <br />So that again I now am mine, <br />And with advantage mine the more, <br />Since this being mine brings with it Thine, <br />And Thou with me dost Thee restore: <br /> If I without Thee would be mine, <br /> I neither should be mine nor Thine. <br /> <br />Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine; <br />So mine Thou art, that something more <br />I may presume Thee mine then Thine, <br />For Thou didst suffer to restore <br />Not Thee, but me, and to be mine: <br />And with advantage mine the more, <br />Since Thou in death wast none of Thine, <br />Yet then as mine didst me restore: <br /> O, be mine still; still make me Thine; <br /> Or rather make no Thine and Mine. <br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clasping-of-hands/
