Broken Fetters by George E. Pooler

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 29, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 42.

Broken Fetters

By George E. Pooler

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me." Rev. 3:20.

The door of my heart was sealed, barred, and locked, Where Jesus, in love, had so often knocked; So foolish was I, and loath to descry His loving intent, and thus He passed by.

Long years waited I, for peace I knew not; Fierce doubtings assailed, so hard was my lot; The Spirit's "small voice," with wooings possessed, Said, "Open the door, if thou wouldst be blessed."

Again Jesus came and plead o'er and o'er, "Unlock, and with thee, I'll sup evermore." I fell to my knees, and uttered this vow: "O God, with Thy help, I ope the door now."

Forthwith entered in the heavenly Guest; And since, naught I've known but absolute rest. Gone are the fetters which bound me like rock; Gone is their hold, as by an earthquake's shock.

The power of sin, so constant my dread, No longer holds sway—it's vanquished and dead. "O brother, O sister, where'er thou art, Make haste, and let Jesus come into thy heart!"