Bearing
itself in honest dire woe,
Reveals
to Him an unrelenting foe,
In sin,
using, abused glory’s grace,
Trembled
again, repents to find his face.
Whose
body did he charge to live anew,
Grown
amongst thorns, the pleasures, care returns.
Half
turned (a child is still more gracious true),
Guilty
mind, but escaping shame that burns.
These lips
that honor, praise increases more,
To Him,
while it had planned to sin before.
Water
stolen is sweeter now, and then
It eats
the secret bread in darken’d den.
Controlled
its breath, truly it still is mean,
Attempts
to fool the God of it unseen.
