Closet Christian Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The name they wear, a shining shield,
'Christian, ' loud and often revealed.
In church they sit, with hymns they sing,
Of Jesus Christ, their risen King.

But Jesus spoke of those unseen,
Whose hearts are far from what they mean.
They quote the book, they know the verse,
But inward change, there is a curse.

Not those who strayed, who turned away,
But faithful souls, who kneel and pray.
They serve the poor, they do the deed,
Yet plant in soil a poisoned seed.

'Lord, Lord, ' they cry, with earnest plea,
Expecting gates of victory.
But hear the words, a chilling sound,
'I never knew you, on this ground.'

The fear takes hold, the dream descends,
Their trust in faith abruptly ends.
Assumption built, on shaky ground,
Where truth and grace could not be found.

Are you but named, or truly His?
Is comfort yours, or sacrifice?
Would Jesus know your heart so bare,
Or just the rituals that you share?

Sincerity, a fragile thing,
Emotions fly on hopeful wing,
But truth alone, the solid base,
To meet the Savior, face to face.

Before you rest, in slumber deep,
Explore the path you vow to keep.
Lest on that day, the truth you see,
'Believing' wasn't 'following' me.

T.M.Solvang