What love is this of Thine that cannot be <br />In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined, <br />Unless it in Thy very person see <br />Infinity and finity conjoined? <br />What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied, <br />Married our manhood, making it its bride? <br /> <br />Oh matchless love! Filling heaven to the brim! <br />O'errunning it: all running o'er beside <br />This world! Nay, overflowing hell; wherein <br />For Thine elect there rose a mighty tide! <br />That there our veins might through Thy person bleed, <br />To quench those flames that else would on us feed. <br /> <br />Oh! that Thy love might overflow my heart! <br />To fire the same with love: for love I would. <br />But oh! my straitened breast! my lifeless spark! <br />My fireless flame! What chilly love, and cold? <br />In measure small! In manner chilly! See. <br />Lord, blow the coal: Thy love enflame in me.<br /><br />Edward Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preparatory-meditations-first-series-1/
