Perhaps one of the worst things in the world is to lose a good friend to the snares of sin which Satan sets. It is a terrible thought that this friend of yours might end up in hell, that this friend no longer shares with you the love of God which should be the bond and foundation of your friendship. So along these lines I've written the following poem. Enjoy... that is, if it be the type of poem to induce enjoyment.
The Plea of Friendship
by The Maestro
Thou
wert my friend before, indeed,
But
now thou turn’st away—
Away
from God; thou wilt not heed
His
word, but go astray.
Come
back, my friend! Where dost thou go,
Forsaking
good for ill?
Dost
thou not see this wrong and woe,
That
thou defy God’s will?
Alas,
the tears for thee I shed!
For
so it seems to me
That
thou art lost, that thou art dead—
I
cannot think on thee!
Too
much, the thought of thee in hell;
Alas,
my broken heart!
I beg
that thou not choose to sell
Thy
soul to Satan’s art!
Thou
wert God’s friend before, indeed---
Methought
that thou wert true;
But
now to pay His will no heed
Incurs
His wrath on you.
I
pray that one day thou shalt see
Th’obedience
that God craves.
I
pray that God will have on thee
Such
mercy as will save.
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