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 the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on earth
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true;
I called you friend and trusted you;
But I learned, now that it’s too late,
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,
You knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life
And trusted you through fun and strife.
Yet, on coming to this dreadful end
I cannot, now, call you “my friend.”
Submitted by Kim Bucklen
Originally published circa 1988 on my original website, fishers.net