THE FAINTING SOUL REVIVED
Spurgeon- 'The fainting soul revived'
God does not resent our ingratitude--
"My child, my poor child," he says,
"though you have gone and spent your substance;
though you have been feeding swine;
though you are all black, and foul and filthy--
yet you are my dear child still,
and my heart yearns towards you."
Without a word of rebuke, or even a taunting look,
as soon as ever a poor sinner comes back to the Father's
house, the Father's arms are round around his neck,
and the kiss of pardon is pressed on his cheek.
"I remember you well," he says;
"I have blotted out your sins like a cloud,
and your iniquities like a thick cloud."