Jer. xxxi. 18-20. MY God, till I received thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustomed to the yoke, So backward to comply. With grief my just reproach I bear; Shame fills me at the thought, How frequent my rebellions were, What wickedness I wrought. Thy merciful restraint I scorned, And left the pleasant road; Yet turn me, and I shall be turned! Thou art the Lord my God. "Is Ephraim banished from my thoughts, Or vile in my esteem? "No," saith the Lord, "with all his faults, I still remember him." "Is he a dear and pleasant child?" "Yes, dear and pleasant still; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled, And he withstood my will. "My sharp rebuke has laid him low, He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe, He shall not seek in vain." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY |