George Herbert wrote this beautiful poem on the love of God.
Throw away the rod,
Throw away thy wrath:
O my God, take the gentle path.
For my heart’s desire
Unto thine is bent:
I aspire to a full consent.
Though I fail, I weep:
Though I halt in pace,
Yet I creep to the throne of grace.
Then let wrath remove;
Love will do the deed:
For with love stony hearts will bleed.
Love is swift of foot;
Love’s a man of war,
And can shoot, and can hit from afar.
Who can scape his bow?
That which wrought on thee
Brought thee low, needs must work on me.
Throw away thy rod;
Though man frailties hath,
Thou art God: throw away thy wrath.
