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I once followed in the footsteps
Of Marx, Engels and their kind,
Was committed to the ‘betterment of man’
Gladly swallowed all their concepts
Read all ‘red books’ I could find—
To emancipate the masses was my plan.
I was full of good intentions,
Sure the ‘plebs’ would understand
Our philosophy would satisfy their need—
We’d destroy the old conventions,
Class distinctions would be banned,
Rid church and state of the ‘opiate’ of creed.
From my soap-box all looked rosy,
Eager faces spurred me on
For my message was enticing to their ear;
Way back then they all supposed me
One they could depend upon,
Well informed and charismatic and sincere.
But the gloss showed imperfections,
On the surface cracks appeared—
The ‘camaraderie of men’ became a sham;
In my times of introspection
Met the hypocrite I feared—
By God’s grace I saw the wretched man I am.
None can heal another’s eyesight
Whose own vision is impaired,
To be able to assist, he first must see;
Should your guide think night is daylight
You’d have reason to be scared—
Dark as night the light that once shone out of me.
But His Light dispelled the darkness,
Changed my outlook on man’s need,
By His truth I see reality anew,
Sin and death in all their starkness
And the remedy decreed;
I thank God—through Christ He changed my point of view.
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