Complaining

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  Do not beguile my heart,
  Because thou art
My power and welcome.  Put me not to shame,
  Because I am
  Thy clay that weeps, thy dust that calls.

  Thou art the Lord of glorie;
  The deed and storie
Are both thy due; but I a silly flie,
  That live or die,
  According as the weather falls.

  Art thou all justice, Lord?
  Shows not thy word
More attributes? Am I all throat or eye
  To weep or crie?
  Have I no parts but those of grief?

  Let not thy wrathfull power
  Afflict my houre,
My inch of life: or let thy gracious power
  Contract my houre,
  That I may climbe and finde relief.

© George Herbert