THROW away Thy rod, <br />Throw away Thy wrath; <br /> O my God, <br />Take the gentle path! <br /> <br />For my heart's desire <br />Unto Thine is bent: <br /> I aspire <br />To a full consent. <br /> <br />Not a word or look <br />I affect to own, <br /> But by book, <br />And Thy Book alone. <br /> <br />Though I fail, I weep; <br />Though I halt in pace, <br /> Yet I creep <br />To the throne of grace. <br /> <br />Then let wrath remove; <br />Love will do the deed; <br /> For with love <br />Stony hearts will bleed. <br /> <br />Love is swift of foot; <br />Love 's a man of war, <br /> And can shoot, <br />And can hit from far. <br /> <br />Who can 'scape his bow? <br />That which wrought on Thee, <br /> Brought Thee low, <br />Needs must work on me. <br /> <br />Throw away Thy rod; <br />Though man frailties hath, <br /> Thou art God: <br />Throw away Thy wrath!<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discipline/
