O blessed glorious Trinity, Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith, Which, as wise serpents, diversely Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath, As you distinguish'd, undistinct, By power, love, knowledge be, Give me a such self different instinct, Of these let all me elemented be, Of power, to love, to know you unnumbered three.
John Donne, Litany IV
I love this litany on the Trinity for the paradox of its affirmation of the power, elegence, centrality, slipperiness, and mystery of the doctrine of the Trinity.
"unnumberd three" and "distinguish'd undistinct" are some of the greatest expression of the paradox of the Trinity I have ever read.
You’ve got your methods
I’m done with trying to guess all your moves
I’m going where you want me to go
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Now I don’t wanna suffer
But that’s in fact the nature of the beast
If you want to get to higher ground
You got to get there on your knees