The Cold Within

Robert Strand

The following poem has a very interesting message for our day. It's from an unknown source, which is too bad. But it's about what happens when people pre-judge each other...hopefully, this makes all of us think.

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THE COLD WITHIN

Six humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold,
Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back,
Four of the faces 'round the fire, he noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without...they died from the cold within!

But I'm happy to tell you...this world is still full of people who are really warm on the inside and who really value the diversity in the world and in the church. Now think about this question for the rest of today: Are you warm within? And without?

"A man of many companions may come to ruin...but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother" (Proverbs 18:24).