What a faithful friend is
He reels us in when we feel lost,
He longs for us to be open to Him
The one and only friend we can trust.
He is always there when storm clouds rise
Waiting to hear our humble cry,
He comes quickly and enfolds us to His breast,
There we can find , strength and sweet rest.
I asked Jesus one day, How much do you love me?
He stretched out His arms and said, this much,
May you feel Godís presence its always the same,
You only have to whisper His name.
©2004 Bernice Ward