Poem September 20, 1969 Issue

WHEN YET A GREAT WAY OFF

Ruby M. Drogseth

"When he was yet a great way off."
What comfort there! The father did not wait
Until the prodigal had traveled all the way
And begged forgiveness; but he ran to him,
"Fell on his neck, and kissed him";
No reprimand, only compassion:
"My son was dead, and is alive"!
Time for rejoicing!

We, feeling so inadequate,
Unworthy to be called His well-loved son,
Great comfort find, while trudging wearily,
Knowing the Father comes to where we are,
Though yet a great way off, and welcomes us;
No reprimand because of wasted years!
The husks on which we dined quickly forgotten—
The feast of Soul, and in the Father's house
Time for rejoicing!

Ruby M. Drogseth

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