Penitence

SAMUEL JOHNSTONE MACDONALD

A prophet's house, the road anigh,
Yet claimed no glance from passers-by:
Too modest for admiring gaze,
It spake the prophet's selfless ways.
Yet was his house to many known
Who sought surcease from sorrow's moan,
For clearer light upon God's ways,
And guidance 'mid life's murky maze.

One came in modest garb arrayed
And sought the prophet's ready aid,
Not for material gain or might,
Nor for escape from folly's plight;
Nor to o'ercome some piercing pain
And ease of body to attain;
Nor yet to heal lack's bitter stress,
Or limitation's weariness.

His heart with penitence aglow,
This humble seeker sought to know
How best he might past doubt make clear
His penitence to be sincere.
The prophet heard his meek appeal,
And answered, He who sets his seal
To penitence as deep and true,
Must Love reflect and life renew.

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