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Heb. 13.2; Mark 9:41

They say the Master is coming
To honor the town today,
And no one can tell at whose house or home
The Master will choose to stay.

But I thought as my heart beat wildly,
What if He would come to mine?
How I would strive to entertain
And honor the Guest Divine.

And straight I turned to toiling
To make my home more neat--
I swept, and polished, and garnished,
And decked with flowers sweet.

I was troubled for fear the Master
Might come ere my task was done;
I hastened and worked the faster,
And watched the hastening sun.

But right in the midst of my duties
A woman came to my door.
She came to tell me her sorrows,
And my comfort and aid to implore.

But then I said, “I am sorry,
But I cannot help today;
I have greater things to attend to.”
And the poor pleader turned away.

But soon there came another,
A cripple, so pale and gray,
And said, Let me stop and rest a while
In your home, I humbly pray?

I’ve traveled far since morning,
And I’m hungry, faint and weak;
My heart is full of misery,
And comfort and help I seek.

I said, “I’m rived an so sorry,
But I cannot help you today;
I look for a Guest great and noble,”
And the cripple went on his way.

The day moved onward swiftly,
And my task was nearly done;
A prayer was ever in my heart
That the Master might truly come.

As I thought, I sprang to meet him,
And serve him with utmost care--
When a little child stood by by side,
With a form so thin and spare--

Sweet--with the marks of tear-drops--
His clothes were tattered and old;
A finger was bruised and bleeding,
And his little feet were cold.

And I said, “I’m sorry for you,
You’re surely in need of care,
But I cannot stop to give it;
You must hasten on elsewhere.”

At my words a shadow crept o’er
The forlorn, blue-veined brow,
“Someone will feed and clothe you, dear;
I’m just much too busy now.”

At last the day was ended,
My task was over and done;
My home was swept and garnished,
And I watched in the dusk alone--

Watched--but no footsteps sounded,
No one passed by my gate;
No one entered my cottage door--
I could only pray and wait.

I watched til the night had deepened,
And the Master had not yet come.
He had entered a door somewhere,
And gladdened some other home.

My labour had been for nothing.
I bowed my head and wept;
My heart was sore with longing,
But in spite of it all, I slept.

The Master stood before me,
His face was grave but fair;
“Three times today I came to your door,
And craved your pity and care;

Three times today you turned me away--
No help--comfort said;
And your blessing is lost this special day;
For your chance to serve has fled.

“Oh, Lord, dear Lord, forgive me;
How could I know it was Thee?”
My sadden soul was so ashamed,
As I began that wretched plea.

He spoke again, “I pardon the sin,
But the blessing is lost to thee;
For comforting not the least of Mine,
Ye have failed to comfort Me.”

     Hebrews 13:2--Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
     1 John 3:17--But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
     Proverbs 19:17--He that hath pitty upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord; and that which he hath given will He repay him again.
      Mark 10:44, 45--And whosoever of you will be the chiefest, shall be the servant of all. For even the Son of man (Jesus) came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
     1 John 1:7--The blood of Jesus Christ his son cleanseth us from all sin.
      Read Matthew 25:31-46 for a description of Christ’s coming and the judgment. “He that believeth on Him shall not come into the judgment.” Will you?



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