Begging the Wolf

Don’t you know,
What I am,
I can not go,
It would be naught but sham,
You would place a fierce beast,
Among these docile sheep,
And then ask it not to feast!
Do you want to see a lion weep?
Do not ask this of me,
It is not plausible,
It can not be,
It is not possible,
And then you bent onto your knee,
Admitting this is no game,
That I’d be self-bound, not free,
And pleading in the Lord’s name,
And fate was cast,
When I acquiesced,
And at last,
Did what was good, no best,
So I went to this school,
To learn the way,
Of being a tool,
Not of night, but bright day,
I became bound in chains,
Tethered and muzzled,
Wracked by pains,
And tormented and puzzled,
That I might in the end,
Be truly free,
By learning to bend,
My iron will to be,
A tool for the Lord,
Though to wit,
I know not what I shall be,
When the Lord sees fit,
To be done with me,
Yet even if he should slay me,
Still I will serve Him.