THE DEBTOR by Annie R. Stillman

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 31, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 22.

THE DEBTOR.

By Annie R. Stillman

[Annie R. Stillman, in The Outlook.]

THE dearest of my friends to-day Spoke wistfully: "I have a friend Who, in more ways than I may tell, Hath served me well; But he doth owe a debt he can not pay, And there is none to lend."

Eager, I cried: "Thy friends are mine! Speak but his name, ere time is lost. What is his score? Whom doth he owe? My gold shall flow To ease his care, whose care, O Lord, is thine; Nor will I grudge the cost."

"And is thy love so great?" He sighed, And turned from me, and, stooping, wrote— As once of old—with kingly hand Upon the sand; The while I waited, wond'ring, full of pride, Impatient to devote.

At last He rose, and looked at me; His eyes were flames that burned through tears. "Who cancels this, serves Me," He said. I knelt and read— For the last time—thy name, mine enemy, And that old wrong of years.