Analysis of Accept His Yoke

Richard Groff 1957 (Pottstown, Pa.)



These prison walls are closing in.
The wages of my greatest sin.

I can’t find anything not found.
Till all my walls are crashing down!

But when these walls are crashing down,
Your Spirit within me can be found!

Just like the seeds cast in the field;
A harvest they will someday yield!

God won’t take back the words He spoke!
But if you will accept His yoke,

The peace and joy that you will find,
Is really going to blow your mind!


Scheme AA BC CB DD EE FF
Poetic Form
Metre 11011100 01011101 1111011 11111101 11111101 110011111 11011001 0101111 11110111 11110111 01011111 110101111
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 439
Words 99
Sentences 8
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2
Lines Amount 12
Letters per line (avg) 28
Words per line (avg) 7
Letters per stanza (avg) 56
Words per stanza (avg) 14
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Written on May 05, 2008

Submitted by dawg4jesus on February 04, 2023

Modified on March 05, 2023

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