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As I walked on my way, I saw him,
And I shuddered as I passed him by. Gaunt and pale, he was dressed in rags and shod with scant sandal remnants. That stench borne from him by the evening breeze What was it?Swine! I crossed to the other side to pass him by. As I drew my garment around me to avoid the taint of even his slightest touch, I looked at him, briefly, but, oh, I saw him! There was something in his countenance, in his eyes--- Hunger, longing, determination, faint hope Still this man was an outcast not worthy of my attention or my time, And so I passed him by. Days later I visited a friend, a friend elated at the return of his son. I rejoiced to meet the young man so beloved by his father, to give him my attention and my time. The tokens of his status--the robe, the ring, the shoes-- he wore with dignity. There was something in his countenance, in his eyes--- Strength, peace, determination, purpose Could it be? I looked more closely, and I knew him, The man I had seen on the road! How could I have known he was this friends treasured son on his way home, home from the far country? (Luke 15:11-32) |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (September 10, 2009) |
