Classic Poem

O God, when I kneel down to pray
Heed only then the words I say
And do not listen to my heart
Which mutters to itself apart.
I say, " God bless my enemies. "
Then take my word and bless them, please;
Be deaf to that fierce self which still
Murmurs, " But ah! I wish them ill! "

I say, " Dear God, Thy will is best, "
But loud and angry in my breast
This untamed heart is crying, " Nay,
" Not Thine, but mine; I want my way. "
Two selves that struggle — one loves sin,
And one loves God. Say, which shall win?
Be deaf, Lord, to the evil voice
And give my rebel heart no choice.