A Repentant Soul
A young man search for light
Yet, his uncaring frat
Blinded his sight!
Himself on the ground,
Where there’s no one around;
Except the warbling creatures,
On a tiny branch, in folly they swing
To comfort his wounded feeling,
Till they’re shunned away,
By the raging winds, of autumn in gray!
Rising from fall, he feels the morning mist,
Lending him the freshness he needs;
In his heart, he doesn’t want to miss,
The eternal words, to be spoken
To the brethren,
By the destined seer!
For forgiveness and guidance,
To the Almighty, he prayed, earnestly!
Because of his repentant soul,
He regained his sight, anew!
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