Photo by: Aaron Burden (unsplash) I am my neighbor’s Bible
He reads me when we meet; Today he reads me in my home Tomorrow on the street. He may be relative or friend Or slight acquaintance be; He may not even know my name, Yet he is reading me. And pray, who is this neighbor Who reads me day by day, To learn if I am living right And walking as I pray? O, He is with me always To criticize or blame; So worldly-wise in his own eyes, And “Sinner” is his name. Dear Christian friends and brothers, If we could only know How faithfully the world records Just what we say and do, O, we would write our record plain And come in time to see Our worldly neighbor won to Christ While reading you and me. author unknown
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