Lift me Lord

Lift me Lord , for I fall and nothing stays me
loveless and heedless, without faith or fear .
I long to rise but lie unmoving here :
The very self that wishes disobeys me .

Though one , my self divides and then betrays me :
at once both dead , alive ; sad full of cheer ;
not able - though I can  - to persevere ,
I flee that sin that tangles and delays me .

So obstinate am I , so steeled in will ,
that fear of being lost and fear to lose you
have never yet dissuaded me from ill.

Work then , your power and mercy , so I choose you,
since I know some who mend each day  - and still
find in myself but fresh desire to bruise you .
Fray Miguel de Guevara. 1585 - 1646 .
Translated from the Spanish

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