Has God forgotten to be gracious?
Has He in anger shut up his compassion?
Sometimes this is my cry of discouragement. But looking to Christ quiets those cries.This might be a far stretch, but I often quote Shakespeare's 29th Sonnet as I remember the riches I have in Christ...
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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