Only to Mar

Who yet the devil can make me his?
In all immorality, fornication, and lust,
Yet the devil in this me would kiss,
He'd make it feel like a wanton must.

Am I that lustrous that I should be his?
I'm not his to keep-only to mar
The perfection that Jesus is,
Since I am sort of in a way scarred.

How long could I capture the devil's gaze,
Cause Someone high and lofty won't break His.
Will I bring the sacrifice of praise,
Then blaspheme His Spirit after this?

Not that I would intend to blaspheme,
I've got one piece of the devil's loot.
I have inspiration of a lustful theme,
Yet Christ's work in me is absolute.