Repentance

One night I lay upon my cot
In prayerful and absorbing thought.
But all my faults did fill my head
And hence for His forgiveness plead.

"My lord, in my indignity,
I come before thy throne to plea.
’Though, true at times, a sinful son,
I ask that I, thou might not shun.

And pray that t'ward thy shining light
I may with courage bravely fight.
That ever I might on thy path
Remain, in spite of Satan's wrath.

Oh Father, to be meet I pray,
To kneel before thee on that day.
And that without reluctancy,
Thou might say; "son, reside with me."

I then a quiet stillness felt
And knew that He in mercy dealt.
For as I drifted off to sleep,
A thought I heard, my heart did leap:

"Thy sins I have forgiven thee,
With Christ as intercessory,
For all the world's guilt did pay
That through repentance find the way."

In sum, a message apropos -
For as He said, so long ago,
Now go thy way and sin no more —
And I shall wait thee at the door.