I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.

Luke 15:7 (KJV)

When wayward soul, once lost in shadowed mire,
Returns with trembling steps to seek the light,
The angels pause their hymns, their wings aspire,
To weave a song of joy through endless night.
No gold nor gems could spark such pure delight,
No earthly triumph match this sacred gain,
For Heaven bends to lift the contrite’s plight,
And washes clean the scarlet stain of pain.

The stars themselves in chorus softly sing,
A sinner’s tear ignites the skies above,
Each note a thread in mercy’s golden ring,
Each chord a testament to boundless love.
So vast the glee when one lost heart is found,
Eternal halls with jubilation sound.