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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