<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love-Tokens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afflictions do not come alone,<br>A voice attends the rod;<br>By both he to his saints is known,<br>A Father and a God! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not my children slight the stroke<br>I for chastisement send;<br>Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke,<br>For still I am their friend. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wicked I perhaps may leave<br>Awhile, and not reprove;<br>But all the children I receive<br>I scourge, because I love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If therefore you were left without<br>This needful discipline;<br>You might, with cause, admit a doubt,<br>If you, indeed, were mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall earthly parents then expect<br>Their children to submit?<br>And wilt not you, when I correct,<br>Be humbled at my feet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To please themselves they oft chastise,<br>And put their sons to pain;<br>But you are precious in my eyes,<br>And shall not smart in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see your hearts, at present, filled<br>With grief, and deep distress;<br>But soon these bitter seeds shall yield<br>The fruits of righteousness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and shine!<br>Let us perceive thee nigh!<br>And to each mourning child of thine<br>These gracious words apply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421554" data-title="Love-Tokens de John Newton" data-description="Afflictions do not come alone, A voice attends the rod; By both he to his saints is known, A Father and a God! Let not my children slight the stroke I for chastisement send; Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, For still I am their friend. The wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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