Home-Coming

The son has come, the younger, in disgrace.And yet his father welcomes him. "Now bring,"Thus to his servants, "of the robes the best,The sandals for his feet, the ring to placeUpon his hand; prepare to feast and sing."With love and joy the home-coming is blest.

So Love awaits, and heaven's door stands wide.You cannot enter dressed in robes of fear.Despair, and sin. Let Science wash them white.He blest with Truth, by Soul be purified;Let Spirit now reveal that sonship dear.The rather bring you to His feast of light.

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