The Repentance Tree
As men in white robes walk upon the dusty ground,
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They take upon themselves the sins of earth.
Ripened in iniquity, their robes once sheen,
Are soiled by their trodding.
The hearts of those tender few
Shall but kneel and plant unto the Lord,
A tree on which salvation grows.
Into the rich soil of unrighteousness
Is planted purifying tears of contrition,
The seeds of which shall surely cleans the soul.
The sprouting tree of repentance,
Must be nurtured and watered with virtue,
Gathered from the spring of commandments,
Wherein are the Waters of Life.
Then shall the repentance tree
Bring forth unto it fruit,
The first fruits of baptism sweet.
Now the laborer parched in his heart,
Must reach forth into the Light,
To receive the blessings of his work.
The nectar from this sweetest orb,
Doth cleanse him to the center,
And bring unto him meekness,
A submissive heart to serve his God.
Then at humility's peek,
In the shade of the repentance tree,
A visitation from the Divine,
And an invitation to have within him
The Comforting Mind.
So then it is unto all men,
That they should but gather,
From their robes the iniquitous soil of sin,
And with a lowly heart,
Plant for themselves a repentance tree,
That beckons unto thee the mercies of Heaven.
Copyright ©2006 George M. Johnson II