I stumbled upon this sonnet written by Michelangelo (and translated by William Wordsworth) today. Finding a small God-space free of distractions, I discovered a gentle reminder to ask God to breathe His life, thoughts and passions into my soul, and to unbind my tongue so that I might have the power to sing a new song to God…from His perspective.   MC

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A Sonnet

 

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,

If Thou the Spirit give by which I pray;

My unassisted heart is barren clay,

That of it’s native self can nothing feed;

Of good and pious works Thou are the seed

That quickens only where Thou say’st it may.

Unless Thou show to us Thy own true way,

No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead;

Do Thou then breathe those thoughts into my mind

By which such virtue may in me be bred

That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread;

The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind.

That I may have the power to sing to Thee,

And sound Thy praises everlastingly!