Friends

If I thought I was your friend

And you walked alone in grief,

I’d feel I failed my duty ~

I’d feel just like a thief

To hoard away the comfort that

The Lord gave me to lend,

And, not share in your suffering ~

No, that wouldn’t be a friend.


So...if you’re sad or hurt or sick ~

Please let me share that day,

And please, don’t think you’d bother me

If you asked me to pray;

For friends can share the sunshine

But, they share the trials, too ~

And I want to be the one you’d call

To share that time with you!

Joan Clifton Costner
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