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My Friend

My friend, I stand in the judgement now.
And I feel you’re to blame, somehow.
On earth I walked with you day by day,
And never once did you point the way.

You knew the Lord in truth and in glory,
But you never did tell me that old story.
My knowledge then was very dim,
And you could have just led me to Him.

Though we lived together on the earth, 
You never told me of a second birth.
And now I stand this day condemned
Because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things, that’s true,
I called you friend, and I trusted you.
But I learn now that it’s all too late,
And you could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day, and we talked by night,
And yet you didn’t show me the light.
You let me live, and love you, and die,
And you knew that I’d never live on high.

I called you my friend in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet, on coming to this horrible end,
How could I ever have called you “my friend”?

Loving someone means telling them the Truth.

And Jesus is the Truth.

You may face ridicule, you may be scorned. People will hate you, persecute you, and lash out at you; be rude, call you names, and they’ll be relentless. But remember that Jesus said, “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first.” (John 15:18)

Love demands a sacrifice. And if Jesus could sacrifice His very life to save us, then surely we can sacrifice our pride and our fear to help our friends.

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

~ John 15:13


Notes: Today’s painting is Léon Bonnat’s “Job”, 1880. I’ve seen the poem “My Friend” attributed online to “D.J. Higgins”, but I can’t speak to the accuracy or inaccuracy of that. The printed copy that I’ve had since I was a child, has no author listed. I asked my dad about this, and while he doesn’t remember the name of the woman who wrote it, he related the following information: In the 1990s, he had watched a segment on the Christian Trinity Broadcasting Network where they featured this poem and its author. The lady who wrote it was a writer that had a box of her work stolen from her car when she was moving. The “My Friend” poem surfaced on the internet many years later, with an attribution of “anonymous”. TBN promoted the poem as well as its true author, but I don’t know if her name was “D.J. Higgins” or if this is someone else claiming ownership of the poem.

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