My friend, I stand in judgment now,
and feel that you’re to blame somehow.
On earth I walked with you by day,
and never did you show the way.

You knew the Savior in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim,
You could have led me safe to him.

Though we lived together here on earth,
You never told me of the second birth.
And now I stand before eternal hell,
because of heaven you did not tell.

–Anonymous, submitted by Craig Fenton