To glory or despair.
There is a line, by us unseen,
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
God’s mercy and his wrath.’”
He paused, and shuddering and hiding her face, “Papa,” she murmured, “I do intend to try before very long, when I’m just a little older.”
“But you may not live to be any older; who can say that you will live to see the light of another morning? Or that the invitation may not be withdrawn? My child, the only time you are sure of is now; just now; come now, at once.”
“But how, papa?” she asked, as again he paused.
“Just as you would if you could see the Lord Jesus here in this room. It would not be difficult for you to go and kneel at his feet and ask him to take you for his own, to wash away all your sins, and teach you to love and serve him.”
“No, papa, but—I’m afraid I—I don’t want to.”