Bitter-sweet
From "The Temple" (1633), by George Herbert:
ΒΆ Bitter-sweet.
AH my deare angrie Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.
I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre-sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.
ΒΆ Bitter-sweet.
AH my deare angrie Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.
I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre-sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.
posted by Douglas Groothuis, Ph.D. at 11:56 PM
1 Comments:
the contrasts of pursuing a sovereign, mysterious, omnipotent God...Job could have written this as well..."though he slay me..."
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