Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest, <br />My Soul, this wholesome meditation, <br />How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on <br />In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy breast. <br />The Father having begot a Son most blest, <br />And still begetting, (for he ne'r begone) <br />Hath deigned to choose thee by adoption, <br />Co heir to his glory, and Sabbaths endless rest; <br />And as a robbed man, which by search doth find <br />His stol'n stuff sold, must lose or buy it again; <br />The Son of glory came down, and was slain, <br />Us whom he had made, and Satan stolne, to unbind. <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-2/
