In the depths of night, a soul once aflame
A believer of the gospel, untamed in spirit
A teacher of wisdom, a herald of the Word
Miracles adorned him, and testimonies followed
But somehow, life's ebbs and flows
Led him astray from the Holy band
Circumstances unforeseen shadowed his draped heart
And he treaded forsaken path, drifting apart
The Apostate, they called him, a wanderer lost
A stray from the fold, at an irreparable cost
Yet in this tale of faltering, there lies a gleam
For even he shall taste redemption's sweet dream
For the heart of every man lies in His divine hands
In God's grace, restoration expands
With unwavering love, He reaches out anew
To awaken the altar fire, ignite true faith
Though he departed and the gathering forsaken
But the Brethrens' embrace is not easily shaken
For beneath the surface of doubt and despair
A glimmer remains through fervent prayer
And lo, the Apostate shall find his way
Drawn back to the flock, no longer astray
His faith rekindled, his fervor shall rise
As grace wraps him in its merciful guise
So let this tale resound, let it be proclaimed
That no soul is beyond God's majestic aim
The Apostate, the prodigal, the lost and the found
In God's hands, faith's ember rebounds
For even in the darkest of times, it is true
Great grace abounds, for me and for you
By God's boundless love, we are restored
Renewed, reborn, and forever adored
In His glory and for His glory alone