I sat with you in church today
At least I thought that was you
But later when you saw me
Why did you not recognize me?
Was it my social state of attire?
To see me as a lowly clerk?
Be careful friends whom we fail
to see
While I in humble estate lurked
Another recognizes the air
of our being
And it punctures the spirit
when a brother we are
just not seeing.
I now must go to the Master
in prayer
And seek sight despite
others lack of sight
Seek forgiveness for not
seeing the brother in you
That I was so poor a brother
You never recognized me.
That I never spoke out
and simply acknowledged you
Hey brother, it was good
to see you in church!
And you would reply back
Good to see you too
brother.
Forgive me
Next time I shall acknowledge
Next time I shall recognize
I wrote this after a doctor and his wife who attend our church came into the store Sunday, following church. I waited on them and they never even said anything or acted as if they knew me. At first I was upset by this, until I realized I was more at fault than they. I had made little,if any effort to befriend them, speak with them, even say hey, it was good to see you in church Sunday.
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