Thursday, February 07, 2008

Another Good Poem

My Kentuckian friend, Morgan-Denise sent me her magazine today with this poem.
It really spoke to my heart.
I just thought that she would not mind if I shared it with you all!

You Forgot My Soul

You lived next door to me for years;
We shared our dreams, our joys and tears.
A friend to me you were indeed,
A friend who helped me when in need.

My faith in you was strong and sure.
We had such trust as should endure.
No “words” between us could impose;
Our friends were like – and so, our foes.

What sadness, then, my friend, to find
That, after all, you weren’t so kind;
The day my life on earth did end,
I found you weren’t a faithful friend.

For all those years we spent on earth,
You never talked of second birth.
You never spoke of my lost soul
And of the Christ Who’d make me whole.

I’m lost today eternally
And tell you now my earnest plea.
You cannot do a thing for me –
No words today my bonds will free.

But – do not err, my friend, again –
Do all you can for souls of men.
Plead now with them quite earnestly,
Lest they be cast in hell with me.

Author Unknown.

Jeremiah 8:20The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

Thank you Morgan-Denise for taking the time to write your magazine and sending it out to me...all the way to Canada!......Love Terry


Felisol said...

Dear Terry,
yeah your poem ind of hit a nerve.
One is rather shy to talk about ones faith.
It's almost a taboo these days.
I guess my trials have been blessings in disguise, for I can always say that I am in need of a prayer, or to others that I'll pray for them when they're in trouble. That is often an icebreaker. It seems that most people pray to the one and living God. People that maybe don't go that often to church, but they still are believers and they are only happy to talk about Jesus and God, the Father.
Indeed, God has his way in everything that happens.
Your Felisol

Amrita said...

What a touching and true poem.

Last night I watched a news report about a teen age boy who committed suicide because he was hopeless and lonely...his 2 dogs were his only friends.And he was a top student.I said to my Mom...if only someone had told him about Jesus.
Its all the more urgent share the Gospel.

Jim said...

Hi Terry -- That poem could be true too. In Luke 16, Jesus was telling of the rich man in Hell who wished some one would have told him.
Then His story varied from your poem, but I was reminded.
Thank you for putting it on.

Amrita said...

Hi Terry, Hope Dad is doing OK
I have an award for you on my blog, please pick it up.