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- Many years ago now I was observing and thinking about how my life, and the lives of other Christians I was watching, didn't always measure up to the faith that we professed. Salvation, of course, is on the basis of God's grace, through our faith in what His Son did for us on the Cross of Calvary. But at the same time, a person who claims to have faith but has no fruit that demonstrates that he is truly born again, should examine himself to see if he is truly a Christian. As the book of James clearly says, "Faith without works is dead." We don't do works to get saved. We do them because we are saved, and grateful for what the Lord has done on our behalf.
With that in mind, I wrote this poem trying to get across the feelings that the Lord was putting in my heart to express. I hope that He uses it for His glory. It is simply entitled: A Christian.
You call yourself a Christian; You take His holy name.
But do you bring it honor; Or only bring it shame.
Jesus came to give His life, So that you might be freed.
Yet this good news you do not show, in life, in word, in deed.
You say you love your brother; The Lord has told you to.
But do you only love the ones, who show some love to you.
There are many in this world, who need a friendly word.
But never do you speak to them; Your voice they've never heard.
You have a good time each day, with all your friends around.
But what about the one back there, from whom you hear no sound.
The loneliest men they say, are those amongst a crowd.
But you can't hear their silent pleas, because you talk too loud.
You walk by them and ignore, their heartache and despair.
Yet all you need do is notice, and tell them that you care.
You call yourself a Christian; You say you're born again.
But do you ever prove this fact, and love your fellow men.