WHY, MY FRIEND?
My friend, I stand in the judgment now,
And feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell me the story.
My knowledge then was very dim,
You could have led the way to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand here, condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that's true;
I called you "friend" and trusted you,
But now I learn, when it's too late --
You could have saved me from this fate.
We walked and talked by dawn and night,
And yet, you showed me not His light.
You let me live and love and die,
You knew I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you "friend" in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife,
And yet on coming to the end --
I cannot call you now "my friend".
THE FRIEND'S RESPONSE
My friend, you stand in the judgment now
Knowing you've yourself to blame for how
You've come there by the great broad way,
Never having listened to anything I say.
Whenever I would tell the story
Of the Lord in all His truth and glory,
Your eyesight became oh so dim --
And you didn't want to hear of Him.
I wanted, while we were on the earth,
To tell you of the second birth;
But now you stand there, self-condemned,
Your still proud heart as yet uncleansed.
Oh we discussed some things, that's true,
Like evolution; but you'll rue
Those arguments you gave so fast,
To keep from facing up at last.