(Poem read by Ralph Walls, circa 1975. From the perspective of one who has died and is now facing the Judgment.)
My friend, I stand in judgment now
and I feel that you are to blame somehow.
On earth I’ve 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 the story.
My knowledge then was very dim
and you could have led me safe to him.
Though we lived together here on 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
and I called you friend and trusted you.
But I learned now that it’s too late
and 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 and love and die
and you knew I’d never live on high.
Yet, I called you friend in life
and trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to this end
I can not now call you my friend.