Batter my heart, three-person’d God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

“Many memories of misdeeds in my life regularly cause me to shudder in horror at what I am capable of doing. I often reflect sadly, for example, on something that happened when I was only seven years old.