These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Getting One's Point Across

How do we speak in confidence
to those, whose view's not ours?
Do we debate, and try to convince
of Hope, that in them sours?

I know 'tis true, that Christ's alive,
and has been since the day,
He rose up from the dead to thrive,
Salvation on display.

Yet, oft I speak about His Birth,
His Life, His dying cross.
His Resurrection, His great Worth,
while others think it's dross.

Just one man's voice, it seems, to speak,
to call dear souls to Grace.
How perish most, for whom we seek?
How stand we 'fore His Face?

How can we dare to satisfy
His grievance 'gainst our slur?
His given Word some thus deny.
"It's not," some dare infer.

When Someone writes His dearest Word,
a letter to the world,
and states He is the Truth, assured,
"He rose!" the flag unfurled,

'Tis time to fear as fools reject
the everliving Truth.
The Word Most High you dare neglect?
He lived 'fore you were a youth.

How do we get the point across,
while Doubt is Honor's Badge?
Each day we point to the middle cross,
the cure for Hell's blazing match.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 10th, 2025