In Suriname, by Providence

In Suriname, by Providence, my restive strength was beached.

What was the lesson, Providence, You fore-ordained to teach?

I seek to own, by charity, whatever You bestow

For all from You is charity, since You came here below.

Pray, break me through, Omnipotence, that I no longer dream

Of aught but You Omnipotent; remove my optic beam.

When all that's left is faithfulness, Your own image divine

Will fly forth from my faithfulness, because it is not mine.

So I will aid in Suriname as acts Your church commutes,

Until, when they say "Suriname," I hear Your attributes.

And yes, that is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic heptameter.