Poems…Why Didn’t You Tell Me
Why Didn’t You Tell Me About Eternity
Why didn’t you tell me when we were young,
When time felt forever and life had begun?
We laughed through the seasons and chased every dream,
But no one explained what forever would mean.
You spoke of the weather, of work and of play,
Of things that would vanish and quickly decay.
But never a word of the life yet to be—
Of heaven, of judgment, of eternity.
Why didn’t you mention the cross or the grave?
That Jesus still lives, and He came down to save?
You saw that I wandered, you knew I was blind,
But you stayed so silent, so strangely kind.
Now moments are fading, my breath growing still,
And questions arise that no answer can fill.
I wish I had known, I wish I had heard—
That life is much more than this world and its word.
But if there is mercy for one such as me,
May someone still speak what you withheld from me.
Don’t wait, dear believer, don’t wait till they’re gone—
Tell them of Jesus before time moves on.
Red John 3:16, Hebrews 9:27, or 2 Corinthians 6:2.
Reasons Why I Didn’t Tell You About Eternity
I saw you each day with a smile on your face,
But I held back the truth, afraid to displace.
I feared you would mock me, or walk far away,
So I stayed in the silence and let moments stray.
I told you of weather, of news and of plans,
But not of the scars in the Savior’s own hands.
I thought, “Maybe later,” or “Someone will speak,”
While your soul grew more hollow, more restless, more weak.
I reasoned it’s private, not mine to impose,
As if truth should be hidden like thorns on a rose.
I said, “We’re good friends; I won’t risk the strain,”
But love without courage is empty and vain.
I questioned my knowledge, I doubted my voice,
I let fear determine eternity’s choice.
And though I believed, I kept it inside—
A treasure I buried, a light that I denied.
Now I see clearer, too late though it be,
That silence can echo through eternity.
If I could go back, I would shatter the hush—
And speak of God’s mercy with boldness and trust.
So now let me warn you, while time still remains:
Don’t carry the guilt, don’t shoulder the blame.
Tell someone today of the hope you possess—
Before life slips by, and you live with regrets.
Read Ezekiel 33:6 or Romans 1:16,
Why Didn’t You Tell Me About Jesus?
Why didn’t you tell me of mercy and grace,
Of Jesus who died to take my place?
We laughed and we talked of the weather and news,
But not of the Savior I needed to choose.
You knew I was searching, you saw I was lost,
Yet never once spoke of the man on the cross.
You offered me friendship, you gave me your time,
But kept from me truth that could save what was mine.
Why didn’t you mention the blood that was shed,
Or the hope that still lives though the Savior is dead?
You knew of His love, His promise, His call—
Yet watched as I stumbled and started to fall.
Were you afraid I would scoff or turn cold?
Were you waiting too long, growing silent and old?
Now I’m standing where choices must end,
And I needed far more than the smile of a friend.
If only you’d told me when hearts were still soft,
Before the regrets had all hardened and cost.
Don’t let another slip by unaware—
Please tell them of Jesus while still they are there.
Read Romans 10:14, Acts 4:12, or 2 Corinthians 5:20?