When I had time I chose to work
when others needed me.
My chances to help I would shirk;
I was deaf to their plea.
My own comfort was my love,
a silent, cold companion.
Cut to fit, like a glove,
with no real care to stand on.
I'll make plans until no more,
things I could have done.
Reasons to bless for what's in store;
true love they could've stood on.
O, the fun we could've had;
fellowship I'll never know.
The coming end is lonely and sad;
I've nothing left to show.
When I had friends in the plenty
I cared not to give them praise.
All those hearts, I had many;
instead complaints I would raise.
Now they're gone, with all their calls;
now I abide within my room.
It seems my hope, it finally stalls;
I languish in this tomb.
So now I praise until no more;
how I wish my friends could hear.
To rescue them from lonely shores;
bring them wine with my cheer.
How I long for all their faces,
even if they cursed me to the full.
To me it would be of heaven's graces;
their presence to me a wondrous jewel.
I sang my heart when it found joy
I cared not if I was heard.
My own voice was my own toy
my message was the word.
Then I lost the joy I had.
Was it not you, my dear love?
Until gray, no longer glad,
I forgot my heart thereof.
Now I will sing until no more,
and my breath the sound of silence.
To sing of love this heart bore
and lost for insolence.
I'll recall the good toward me
when I was young and blind.
When in my pride, claimed I could see;
I was rude while others kind.
I'll plan and praise and sing no more;
there's nothing left for me.
I made the choice to ignore;
now sorrow's all I see.
I could've been there, all for them;
what could've been, for us, in store?
Apathy was my sin;
I sit with it until no more.
This MC must have been reading my mail. Until a few years ago, I shut everyone out of my life except my son and grand daughters. Praise God I don't feel the need to that anymore, now I am there for my friends.
This is most beautiufl and well written, fantastic job! Loved it.