A quiet knock comes at the door,
A contrite sinner ushered in.
One panged with sorrow and regrets
Yearns to abandon worldly chains
And free himself from Satan’s grasp.
A chosen man, ordained of God,
Listens to the heartfelt plea for
Deliverance and clemency.
He, like the Savior, longs to help
This wayward lamb rejoin the flock.
And while he serves, his helpmate waits
As Heaven heals a wounded soul.
Her offering—a patient heart
Unseen by everyone but Him
Who notices the widow’s mite.