Tell Them Of My Way

I had a dream the other night that judgement day was here,
It came in the tinkling of an eye, I had no time for fear.

I found myself in one great line, with men from every land,
Men from every race and age stood like grains of sand.

Christ held the book within His hands and God was on the throne,
He set about to judge each many by the things which each had sown.

Then Christ took the book of life and read the names, therein,
There were many that once were there but were blotted out by sin.

And I wondered if I'd find mine still for it had once been there,
Would my name be covered with stain, or would my name be bare?

I stood in fear before the throne and thought back on all my life,
How I fought to keep God's word and flee from sin and strife.

I never failed to worship God on Sunday and Wednesday night,
I often travelled many miles, to hear a word of light.

I gave my goods to feed the poor and never ceased to pray,
I'd always kept my tongue in check until this very day.

So surely the Lord will know me and tell me to walk on in,
But Lord, please have mercy , on all these lost in sin.

And as I thought, the crowd moved up, and I was fifth in line,
The men that stood before me were ready to pay their fine.

The first man stepped to meet the Lord, and fell upon the floor,
Then I saw just who it was. It was the man next door.

Jesus took the book of life but could not find his name,
My neighbor said, "I have never heard.", I knew, I was the blame.

Next in line was sister Anne who once in Christ had been,
Because I failed to admonish her, she continued in her sin.

Her name had once been written in the pages of that book,
But I never even took the time to see why she forsook.

Then a black man came before the throne, He had worked with me for years,
He knew his name wouldn't be there and his eyes were filled with tears.

This man had never learned the truth and neither had his kin,
For I would not talk with them for the color of their skin.

And then the man before me I suddenly recognised,
And as he stepped before the throne he looked into my eyes.

He was my roommate from college days - he had been my greatest friend.
We'd always helped each other out down through thick and thin.

But never told him of the Lord - it seemed so trivial then,
For we were young and had plenty of time to talk of God and sin.

And finally upon the judgement day, I meet with him once more,
But now there's nothing I can say to open him the door.

And now I stood before the Lord, my soul filled with fright,
Why hadn't I taken the time to tell them what was right?

Again the Lord, He took the book and looked there for my name,
Where once had been a pure white page my brother's blood now stained.

And then the Lord, He said to me, "I've found here one dark blot,
You hid My name from these men, for this rewards you've lost!"

"You met them every day in life and knew they were astray,
But you never even cared enough to tell them of My way."

I see now how important it is, to keep our eyes on Him,
our daily cares don't mean that much when we see people dying in their sin.

So be a light to all you meet, speak freely of Jesus' plan,
All need to hear HE is the Way, the Truth, and Life for every woman and man.


-AUTHOR UNKNOWN


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