This is what happens....

Oh, that I should flirt with the devil and then offer up my grievances toward heaven. Such human pride stays the hand of my deliverance and even as I walk naked before God, I will not suffer that he should know my heart. Is it not selfish of me to partake in the love of God, but lust so heavily for that of man? I find my actions to be intolerable in the highest degree and my worth less than that of a particle of dust which itself, in the hands of The Master, could do more to save mankind that I. To be as malleable in his hands as nature would require the forfeit of myself. I would consider it a love of myself. Which is not love by a love of the mans love, which is also not. For if I truly loved myself and the world. I would gladly do the will of God, who has greater love for one than I have for all.