Thursday, August 29, 2013

"My Friend"

When I was young, sometime in elementary school, I came across a poem. I don't remember how or where, just that it spoke to the depths of my soul. 
I wrote it down in a notebook--you know, one of those yellow, legal-sized ones that tear off at the top? I even remember where I was sitting when I wrote it.  It's funny I remember that. Anyway, I spent time reading and rereading this poem. I memorized every word. I couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, but it rang so true to me then. True enough to remain with me for years to come. 
Since becoming an adult I would still occasionally hear parts of this poem in the back of my head.  I knew the 1st few lines, but would have trouble remembering the rest. At one point several years back I tried, unsuccessfully, to find it. 
Google is an amazing thing though, now. I typed in the 1st line and "poof", instantly I had my choice of websites quoting this poem in some form or another. Once I saw it, the words came rushing back. The sites I found didn't have it verbatim to how I learned it, so I'm choosing to write it down the way I memorized it 20-something years ago. 
Before I share the poem with you, let me explain why it meant so much to me then, and why it once again speaks to me now.  The poem is written from the perspective of someone who has died. It is addressed to his friend, who turns out wasn't a good friend at all. Reading this poem brings me such conviction. How I live my life, what I say, or don't say, to those I call friends, is so important. 
If I truly believe what I say I believe, am I being a friend if I don't share it?!?
Am I making, have I made, an eternal impact in someone's life??? I pray the answer is yes.




"My Friend" -author unknown 

My friend, I stand in judgment now
And feel that you’re to blame somehow
While on earth I walked with you day by day
Never did you point the way

You knew the Lord in truth and glory
But never did you tell the story
My knowledge then was very dim
You could have led me straight to Him

Though we lived together on the earth
You never told me of your 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 trusted you 
But now I learn, when it’s too late
You could have kept me from this fate

We walked by day and talked by night
And yet you showed me not the light
You let me live, 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 now call you "friend".

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