WHEN YET A GREAT WAY OFF

"When he was yet a great way off."What comfort there! The father did not waitUntil the prodigal had traveled all the wayAnd 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 houseTime for rejoicing!

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