Clasping Of Hands Poem by George Herbert

Clasping Of Hands

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LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
If mine I am; and Thine much more
Then I or ought or can be mine.
Yet to be Thine doth me restore,
So that again I now am mine,
And with advantage mine the more,
Since this being mine brings with it Thine,
And Thou with me dost Thee restore:
If I without Thee would be mine,
I neither should be mine nor Thine.

Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine;
So mine Thou art, that something more
I may presume Thee mine then Thine,
For Thou didst suffer to restore
Not Thee, but me, and to be mine:
And with advantage mine the more,
Since Thou in death wast none of Thine,
Yet then as mine didst me restore:
O, be mine still; still make me Thine;
Or rather make no Thine and Mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 29 December 2018

Beautifully envisioned devotional song reiterating total confluence of soul with the almighty and it's magnificence.

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 December 2018

'Thou art mine, and l am thine'! Thanks for sharing.

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Dr. antony theodore 29 December 2018

Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine; So mine Thou art, that something more a very good poem. tony

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Adrian Flett 29 December 2018

A wonderful interplay of the words thine and mine

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Bernard F. Asuncion 29 December 2018

A great poem by George Herbert..........................

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