This is a poem someone gave me. I don't remember where it came from & don't know who wrote it, but I really like it: My friend, beware of me Lest I should do The very thing I'd sooner die than do, In some way crucify the Christ in you. If you are called to some great sacrifice, And I should come to you with frightened eyes And cry, "Take care, Take care, Be wise, Be wise!" See through my softness then an end's attack, And bid me get me straight behind your back; To your own conscience and your God be true, Lest I play Satan to the Christ in you. And I would humbly ask of you in turn That if someday in me Love's fires should burn To whiteness, and a voice should call Bidding me leave my little for God's all, If need be, you would thrust me from your side -- So keep love loyal to the Crucified. Peace. |