My Friend

My friend I stand in 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 dim,

You could have led me straight to Him.

Though we lived together on earth,

You never told me of the second birth.
And now I stand condemned this day,

Because of what you failed to say.

You taught me many things, that’s true,

I called you friend and trusted you.
Now I learn it’s too late,

But you could have saved me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night,

And yet you showed me not the light.
You let me live and die,

Though you knew I’d never live on high.

Yes, I called you friend in life,

And laughed with you through joy and strife
And yet on coming to the end,

I cannot call you my friend!

~ Author Unknown

“When I say to the wicked, ‘O wicked man, you will surely die,’ and you do not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity, but his blood I will require from your hand. But if you on your part warn a wicked man to turn from his way and he does not turn from his way, he will die in his iniquity, but you have delivered your life.”

~ Ezekiel 33:8-9