I have a special friend,
The LORD has blessed me with;
The kind…her life for mine,
She would gladly give.
Still…it’s the little things she does,
To brighten each and every day;
That makes me love her even more,
More than these simple words can say.
The time she spends on bended knee,
My cares…to Father…brings;
Out of a caring heart…a loving heart,
All she does…out of love…they spring.
All that she has taught me,
Shared with me…all she knows;
My life is so much richer,
So much…to her…I owe.
And, does she take the credit,
For all she says and does?
No, not for a minute,
‘Tis for the glory of our God…she does it.
We are said to be blessed,
If in an entire lifetime;
We have one…true friend,
And, truly blessed…I am.
Thank you for being my friend,
For always being there;
A shoulder to lean on…a hand to hold,
A special friend…who cares!
(You know who you are - thank you!)
March 2, 2002
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