Beyond Knowledge
“Your sins . . . shall be white as snow.”
Into the rescued world newcomer,
   The newly-dead stepped up, and cried,
“O what is that, sweeter than summer
   Was to my heart before I died?
Sir (to an angel), what is yonder
   More bright than the remembered skies,
A lovelier sight, a softer splendour
   Than when the moon was wont to rise?
Surely no sinner wears such seeming
   Even the Rescued World within?”
“O the success of His redeeming!
   O child, it is a rescued sin!”

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 9, 2001; not revised.