On one occasion Hosea consoled his people: “When Israel was a child I loved him, out of Egypt I called my son. It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, who took them in my arms; I drew them with human cords, with bands of love; I fostered them like one who raises an infant to his cheeks. Yet, though I stooped to feed my child, they did not know that I was their healer. My heart is overwhelmed, my pity is stirred. I will not give vent to my blazing anger, I will not destroy Ephraim again; for I am God and not man, the Holy One present among you; I will not let the flames consume you” (Hos 11).
The Israelites, when they returned to the Lord, sang to the sound of musical instruments. They danced before the Lord. Their joy was a joy of gratitude. That would last for a while. Then they would relapse and once more God would send them a prophet who would extend God’s mercy to them.
Let me never lose faith in your patience and constant desire to save me, Lord; yet save me too from presumption. Every day I wander away from you is a day wasted. Draw me back always to the path of life.