And thus we see that except the Lord doth chasten his people with many afflictions, yea, except he doth visit them with death and with terror, and with famine and with all manner of pestilence, they will not remember him.
Helaman 12:3
Chasten me with honey, Lord, to make me bow my head.
Afflict me with abundance of my needful daily bread.
Reproach my money grubbing ways with manageable wealth,
and humble me with eyesight clear and lots of chronic health.
I hardly think a pestilence will help me love Thee more;
or an earthquake move me all Thy ways to much adore.
I hope I'm not as dense as were those Nephite folk of old,
who needed quite a lot of grief before they would remold.
Killing me with kindness. if I may just recommend,
is how to keep me as Thy servant and devoted friend.
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