We’re all confessing something.
Do we confess that Jesus is Lord,
Or to our self do we still cling?
Do we shout we believe His Word,
Or do the truth away we fling?
Our lives speak louder than words,
So what are they saying?
This poem was inspired by a message on 1 John 4, but I thought it went pretty well with the passage I read today.
In Matthew 26:69-75, the story of Peter’s denial of Jesus is told. He was sitting with the servants at the high priest’s palace, and three times someone accused him of being with Jesus and being “one of them.” Each time, he answered with a denial, saying, “I don’t know this man.”
We’re all confessing something. Either we’re confessing we know and love Jesus, or we’re confessing we’re ashamed to let others know we know Him. Either we’re saying we’re proud to be a Christian, or we’re saying we hope none of our “friends” find out because we don’t want them to scorn us.
Our lives speak louder than words. So what are they saying?
