The Finger Of Accusation Poem by Michael P. Johnson

God’s finger wrote upon the wall
A statement true and sound –Da.5: 5
Yet man; will point and bring to fall
Where guilt he thinks is found

Yet oft no guilt is there to see
Yet blood begins to spill
Yet oft is left man’s sore debris
Where tongues have sought to kill

We ought at times consider this
Am I, the devil’s slave?
Would I deliver Judas kiss?
And dig my Saviour’s grave?

If someone else would evil speak
Would slander you or I
Would not the judge’s face we seek?
To prove a neighbour’s lie

We just can’t talk, as each would choose
To point, and not repent
In Christ to live, yet false accuse
Believing God’s content!

Through accusations, sheep can stray
False charges lead to shame
If then obscurity calls one day
It’s we; who are to blame

Like Abel’s blood, to God they’ll cry
When false accused of sin
Eternity, will hear the sigh
Of how they died within

Oft through the tongue, some child lays dead
Where truth is left to grieve
The blood! Is on no other head
But he, who’s made him leave…