TO MY FRIEND


by: BeverlyJ. Anderson


I stood oneday at my wits end
Then you came in the door, my friend:
And just your very presence, brought
A ray of light for which I'd sought.
And as we sat and talked awhile,
My frown soon changed into a smile.

New hope sprang forth, dispelling fear,
The path ahead became more clear.
You truly seemed to understand
Your spoken word; warm clasp of hand
Were what I needed that bleak day,
And I thank God you passed my way.

Now, unafraid, with courage strong
I face each day with joyous song.
And if some day I see a friend
Who stands alone, at his wits end,
I'll pray that I, to him will be
The caring friend, you were to me.


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