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The Wound

by Brian Smith

A great man lay upon his bed,
For life is short, his years have fled.
He watches as the minutes pass.
This conversation is his last.
A final visitor came to speak
To a man whose tongue is growing weak.
His name was known for wealth and land
But lives are such as wind and sand.
Who are you, now that comes to me?
Your greatest friend, can you not see?
Then say your peace, I haven't long.
I can't help feeling this is wrong.
Tomorrow wasn't promised you,
What happens now that life is through?
I know there's someone great up there
Who's named and counted every hair.
Who watched me all throughout my life,
Through joy as well as pain and strife.
He'll see the deeds that I have done.
I've proudly raised a decent son.
I've fought against the sin of greed,
And gave to those in greatest need.
So if He'll judge as I have done,
Perhaps my rest I will have won.
Your deeds are as a filthy rag,
His Word has said of those who brag.
Wherein lays your strength, your rod?
You fall short of the Glory of God.
I went to church, near every week!
I listened for the priest to speak.
I did all that he said to do.
I knew my time was coming soon.
The prayers he told me to repeat,
I say until my tongue is weak.
I've taken all their sacraments.
To statues of the saints I've bent.
To graven images, you're not to bow.
They're like unto the golden cow.
The prayers you've spoken so in vein,
His Word says heathen do the same.
If all I've done is wasted time,
Then what's left for this soul of mine?
His Word I've not read for myself.
Collecting dust upon the shelf
Was something that I had to read.
Now tell me what it says, I plead!
To cleanse a sin, blood must be shed.
As God Himself to man has said.
The sin of man was far too great
For blood of lambs to turn their fate.
His worthy sacrifice was sent.
Though hearts to Him were often bent.
For every man forever lost,
His hands were nailed unto a cross.
He came to us, His life to give.
That man could now forever live.
What can you do to earn such love?
This mercy flows from God above.
Forgiveness unto man is full.
When sin is washed as white as wool.
For all who call upon His name,
Their lives are then forever changed.
In His way now their paths are lead,
The blood for sin forever shed.
Now by His Blood you may be cleaned.
Your soul forever now redeemed.
With Him that day died sin and strife,
He is the Way, the Truth, the Life.
You tell me now, but it's too late!
I've lived my life, I've sealed my fate!
On teachings heard from men relied,
If only I'd known how they lied.
Religions and the way we liveā€¦
Can't lend what only Christ can give!
If God would take a stubborn fool,
I'd give my soul for Christ to rule.
At least I die knowing what you say.
I'm glad you came, now with me stay.
For I feel peace when you are near.
I've forgotten what I had to fear.
Rest now my son, you'll soon be home.
Your work upon this earth is sown.
I came to help you understandā€¦
You are the wound upon My hand.

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This poem was a finalist in the December 2007 poetry contest

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