No Condemnation

FREDERICK STARR CAMPBELL

O troubled heart, with load of guilt oppressed;
Accused by haunting error day and night;
List to the Master's saying, and find rest,
"Now ye are clean." This hour, in heaven's sight,
Thou standest free from evil's loathsome stain.
Didst heed the world's deceiver, prating ill;
Monotonously harping the refrain,
"A sinner, thou, poor, miserable," until
All hope of peace took flight, and black despair
Weighed heavily? Care-laden one, rejoice
That penitence deep-toned and fervent prayer
Win welcome answer: hear that gracious voice,
"Now ye are clean." The washing of the Word,
The Christ that speaks to contrite men, reveals
Thee undefiled. This glorious message, heard
Through Science glad, each grievous burden heals.
No condemnation follows him who walks
In Spirit's light serene. No taint of earth
E'er touched man's perfectness. 'T is Satan talks
Of wrong. Faultless as He that gives it birth,
Real selfhood constant lives, God's witness true.
Then rise and claim this spotless state. As seen
By Love, so see thyself, a creature new
In Truth. Wake from sin's dream! Now thou art clean.

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