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An Indictment by Josie James © 2007 The books were opened For my eyes to see All my works were recorded Quite carefully Most I remembered Recalling what was But one image flashed That caused me to pause The face of the woman Was familiar yet new As God called to mind What I'd failed to do In the image she walked Deliberate and slow Her eyes seemed to crave A simple hello Then I saw myself Passing in haste Silently thinking, I'd no time to waste I knew in that moment The depth of my fault For I had not so learned Christ I was flavorless salt Faster and faster The images came As I gazed upon them In abounding shame Missed opportunities More numerous than sand Passed quickly by As I wrung my hands The pride I had felt By abstaining from sin Was turned into horror At how foolish I'd been Time after time I was given the chance To demonstrate Christ Some life to enhance Yet time after time For this reason or that I chose to keep silent I chose not to act I was overcome Unable to speak My mind raced with thoughts My knees felt weak Countless the hungry I'd neglected to feed Diverse souls I'd ignored Though in dire need Tears filled my eyes As I woke with a start Relief washed me over And slowed the pace of my heart It was all a dream Though the instances real I got out of bed And bent down to kneel Then the Lord of the Harvest Spoke in words clear and true, "My fields need labourers So I call on you." Right there I vowed That after that night I'd seek out the chance To be a beacon of light I will be Christ-like In word and in deed I will reap harvests I will sow seeds. |
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