Transform My Mind


Relief is writ on face of mine today.

Long questioning is o’er.  I know

The Answer sure.  Now just to writ, I say—

To wait and keep a profile, meek and low.

To ask for patient way be prudent, sure.

To ask to wait in peace, a good prayer, too.

Why hat confusion reigned?  Is it a lure

To love my God the more and more, n’er rue?

Yea, God doth take my mind and heal it of’t.

He wants my thought to be all heal’d, all right.

God doth not  want a child of His all soft.

He doth transform my mind with all His might.

God wants my mind all bless’d to be in truth.

Give Him free rein and all is well, foresooth!



Author: elizabethansonnets

I have written both love and divine sonnets in the Elizabethan style for a long time. Now I am gradually adding them to a blog. Most are dedicated to my husband.

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