Sonnet 65 'What God's Honor Cannot Speak, I Will Not Say'

What God’s Honor cannot speak, I will not say, His Honor is God’s Stripes of Office, displayed. No uttered word, will I that would betray Those ensigns that by Roman lash were laid. Not by my Strength, but His, thus do I vow, Who, little, am a child in His shade’s wake. And wear, like beads, blood, sweat, upon my brow And utterly do all things for His sake— Thus, would I, who no good can do, but His For when I carve my own way, my tool slips I would ‘twere otherwise, but so it is The cup sometimes is knocked from waiting lips And He, Whose Glory unto Glory awaits, Shall find his Laurie, waiting, at Heavenly Gates.