What Will You Do With Jesus, My Friend?

In the shadow of the Resurrection (here in Tbilisi, Georgia, it was celebrated yesterday), and also because my crazy schedule dictated a re-post; here is a poem to remind us of the purpose of Easter.


What will you do with Jesus, my friend?

Where will you go when your life ends?

Some hear the story at their door,
    because their neighbor their heart implored.

Some read a tract left by the way
    and curse, and rip, and throw away.

Some claim Christ is in their heart,
    but from His truth, their walk departs.

A man who learned Christ as a child,
    but leaves Him, choosing to run wild.

One meets Christ in trials hard
    and prays a promise to restart.

In jail, Christ makes a heart to change,
    their life He starts to rearrange.

Others meet Christ and are never the same;
   they live to honor His holy name.

Because of His love and grace they tell
   His story to others they meet, as well.


My Jesus, God's Son, died for you
   He wants to make your heart anew.

He'll clean your heart, change your life
   fill you with His truth and right.

Christ loves your soul; so He makes
   a promise of heaven to all who partake.

If you know Christ, why not tell
   His free gift to others as well?


What will you do with Jesus, my friend?

Where will you go when your life ends?


© Barbara Hinson, December 2016
please do not copy without crediting the author!