My Unseen Friend
by Barbara Philbrook

We haven't glanced into each other's eyes as yet,
but I consider you my friend and for that I am in debt.

I haven't heard the sound your voice makes,
but I have experienced the caring that real friendship takes.

I haven't observed the way you walk or play or dress,
but none of these contribute to what makes up friendliness.

I haven't wiped your brow when you had a very high fever,
but I've sat at my computer thinking  I mustn't leave her.

I know when you needed a Hug I wasn't right there,
but as soon as I heard your pain I quickly bowed in prayer.

The times when it was me who was most in need of a friend,
it was you who sat and read my words and condolences you'd send.

It is in the giving and the taking that friendships are formed you see,
it doesn't matter if our faces remain in obscurity.

Let's face it my friend our faces don't really matter at all,
it's having a friend on whom you know you can call.

Knowing that just as we are loved by our Precious Savior,
so too do friends accept us and our weird behavior.

For we are each weird in our own special way,
each facing different obstacles through which our friends help us pray.

My friends are reminders of how much God loves me,
they continually help me His love to see.

They get me through the trials I face,
and always remind me God has made a better place.

Thank you so much for being my unseen friend,
we'll walk side by side through eternity at this worlds end.

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