A man who rejects correction lays a path where only exile follows. Like Cain, who turned away from God’s warning and chose pride over repentance, such a person sets in motion a journey that leads to isolation and separation. The refusal to heed wisdom or recognize one’s own failings invites the inevitable consequence of wandering, disconnected from the source of true peace and restoration.
Cain was given a choice: to change, to repent, to mend his broken heart. But he chose bitterness and anger, refusing to humble himself before the divine invitation. As a result, he was cast out, marked for a life of exile, a life that would be spent in the wilderness, far from the community and favor of God. His heart, once open to God’s love, was now closed off, and the path ahead grew darker with each step.
So it is with anyone who resists correction. It is not just the momentary loss of favor that comes from refusing to change, it is the long-term exile of the soul. The refusal to acknowledge one’s wrongs leads to separation from the very source of life, leaving the soul to wander in search of something that can never truly satisfy. There is no peace in a heart that refuses to change, no true home for one who chooses to remain lost.
In choosing the path of exile, the soul distances itself from the restoration it so desperately needs. The invitation to return, to be reconciled, to be healed remains open, but the choice to reject it leads only to greater loneliness and destruction. True peace and freedom are found in the humility of repentance, in the willingness to receive correction, and in the grace of a heart that is open to change. Without it, the path leads only to exile, a wandering with no true home to return to.
A man who turns from correction’s call,
Lays a path where shadows fall.
Like Cain, who chose pride over grace,
He wanders far from God’s embrace.
The warning given, a chance to mend,
But rejection marks the bitter end.
In stubbornness, he turns away,
And finds himself in night, not day.
To reject the chance to change, to heal,
Is to break the covenant, to steal
A peace that only God can give,
And choose a life that cannot live.
Exile waits for those who flee,
From correction, truth, humility.
The soul that hardens, blind to plea,
Finds only loss, no place to be.
For in the wilderness, they roam,
Far from the peace that calls them home.
The path is dark, the journey long,
A heart that’s lost cannot be strong.
Yet still, the call of grace remains,
To bring the lost from all their pains.
But those who choose the path of pride,
Find exile where their hope has died.
So heed the call, and let it guide,
Before the road turns far and wide.
Repent, and find the peace you seek,
Or face the exile, cold and bleak.
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