My friend, I stand in judgment now,
And feel that you’re 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 the story.
My knowledge then was very dim
You could have led me safe to Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true;
I called you “friend,” and trusted you.
But I learn now that it’s too late
And 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 knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet, on coming to this dreadful end
I cannot, now, call you “My Friend.”
By Dave Gibson