MY POEMS

Too Late

I thought you were my friend, but I guess I was wrong.
We were not even “true” friends, nor very strong.

You said you were a “Christian”, but you never told me about that guy named “Jesus”.
Why didn’t you tell me about Him? I wanted to know about the one who died to free us.

Were you too busy? Were you too shy?
Were you too proud? Did you think I would cry?

Did you think I would not listen? I definitely would.
Yes, I would have listened to you, but I never could.

You never told me about Him. You were too worried about what I would have thought.
If only you would have realized that He was the one I sought!

I thought you would have invited me to church, youth, or Sunday School,
But you never did. You were too worried that I would think you were not “cool”.

Did you not think that I was the one to tell?
Now it’s too late. I am sentenced to hell.

Just One Day With God

I looked left. I looked right.
You were no where in sight.

I listened for a sound.
I looked all around.

“God help me to find you”, is what I prayed,
“Put me back on the right course when I have strayed.”

“Please forgive me for my sin.”
“Save me. Be my Lord, my Savior, my friend.”

Yup, God was the one I had finally found.
Now my death will not look forward to the ground.

I read verses from the Bible too.
It really showed me what I should say and do.

Then I remembered my best friend Billy.
We would always do things and act silly.

I heard the doorbell ring, and looked out the window.
It was Billy. His eyes are without a glow.

He was my friend, and so I would tell him about the Lord.
I opened the door. He said, “I decided to come over. I got pretty bored.”

“Billy, do you know about God?”
“Man, that is a question quite odd!”

So that is how our first conversation about God started.
We talked a long time, and then we parted.

I prayed for Him after he was gone.
Maybe he and God would one day have a bond.

“ONCE AND FOR ALL”

I looked to the top of the hill so steep,
Still the compassion for them I keep.
Hard was the climb, and thick was the air.
Simple was my love, but few did care.

Up to the cross I did go,
How long I’d be up there I did not know.

Sharp was the nail and firm was its hold,
Intense was the pain and the air so cold.
Ample was the blood and heavy the scorn,
But this was the very reason I was born.

Clear was the call, and dull was the dust.
Eternal life comes from the element of trust.

I told them, warned them, and lived as I should.
I loved them, served them, and did all I could.
And now as death comes and I breathe my last,
Will they realize that my return is fast?