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