My friend I stand in Judgment now
And feel that you've 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 me the Story
My knowledge then was very dim
You could have led me safe to Him

Though we lived together on the earth
You never told me of the second birth
And now, I stand this day condemned
Because you failed to mentioned him

You taught me many things, that's true
I called you friend and trusted you
But I learn now 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 know I never lived on high

Yes, I called you friend in life
And trusted you through joy and strife
And yet on coming to this end
I cannot now call you my friend.

- Author unknown

I do not know who wrote this poem but it rings so true in my heart. The urgency, the passion and call to proclaim the Good News of the Lord Jesus Christ to our friends has never been more real.

This poem was given to me in 1993 by a Chinese student of mine while I was a teacher at a local Secondary School. I have kept this precious poem till this day. May the LORD bless the author of this poem who in deep humility must have given all credits of inspiration to the LORD.

As is unsual everyday, I was meditating and praying and today the Lord led me to read Matthew 9:35-38. May we take this invitation of God seriously everyday whereever we are and to whom ever we meet. 

"Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the Good News of the Kingdom and healing every disease and sickness.

When He saw the crowds, He had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.

Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.

Ask the Lord of the harvest therefore, to send out workers into His harvest field."