If I

If I condemn the starving, sit back and let them die, If at the lost I'm laughing, I ask, what use am I? If I condone temptation and let it run its course, Then I neglect salvation and Hell I thus endorse... If I contrast the good and bad, yet choose the latter path, Then I deserve to feel so sad within the aftermath... If I control the purse strings, yet money I won't share, How can I serve the King of Kings? How can He hear my prayer? If I contain a billion sins from every thought and deed, I need to seek the Prince of Peace, the Bible books to read... If I, conned sinner that I am, dismiss Christ out of hand, How will I live to love the Lamb of God as He has planned? If I can't visit Calvary, if I can't praise the Lord, If I can't see Christ died for me... then Hell is my reward... If I consider, kneel and pray, repent, call on His Name, No more will I fear Judgment Day, eternal life to claim... Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011. The poem is based on the Christian Gospel and the choice between Heaven and Hell...