Baru baca puisi ini di buku Passion
and Purity karyanya Elisabeth Elliot:
Trust me, I have not earned your
dear rebuke,
I love, as you would have me, God
the most;
Would lose not Him, but you, must
one be lost,
Nor with Lot's wife cast back a
faithless look
Unready to forego what I forsook;
This say I, having counted up the
cost,
This, tho' I be the feeblest of
God's host,
The sorriest sheep Christ
shepherds with His crook.
Yet while I love my God the most,
I deem
That I can never love you
overmuch;
I love Him more, so let me love
you too;
Yea, as I apprehend it, love is
such
I cannot love you if I love not
Him.
I cannot love Him if I love not
you.
―Christina Rossetti
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