A Friend

I am always amazed at how many friends I see people have on facebook. Some 23 friends others 234 friends and what are the parameters of their friendship. Are they the kind you can depend on through thick and thin, or are they the kind that pulll out the ruler and the bible to see how you stack up to their version of the christian standard, or are they merely casual acquaintences collected to make their facebook page look good. It says in the bible that the good sheppard would lay down his life  for his sheep.. I often wonder if this version of the christian superman even exsists today. I mean people are so busy now a days building their careers, raising families, and updating their walls do they ever stop to think what kind of friend they would be or could be . Would they be there in a crisis or would their phone be shut off for family time or would they be at the ready always awaiting to be of some service or help. I wonder? Recently I had a fellow christian tell me I had a talent for reaching people on a deeper level. As I pondered this thought I knew that statement was untrue. I had no special talent  I just took the time to listen care and be available.

A Friend

Lord you`ve always been good to me but a good friend I have not been

Still you grace me with your love even when I ve throw the towel in

I have failed again to reflect your love even though I tried each day

To show them that I cared like you but they threw my love away.

They didn`t understand how I spend my time each day

With any one who needs it no matter if work was in the way

To serve them was to serve you but they really couldn`t see

How my hands became my saviors to help in their time of need

Happily I did my work searching people out to help in all the places that I live

Suddenly they turned on me when they wanted more than I could give

To them my friendships weren`t the right ones they yammered day and night

They ripped my flesh and tore my skin as they tried to put things right

Right by their perspectives but they could not see the target of my eye

Blinded by their pride they missed it and the Lord he passed them by

So here I return so fallen despised by all I seeked to serve

But lovingly you hold me and give me what I don`t deserve

All your grace and mercy will slowly heal my wounds and I`ll be on my way

Shored up by the glory of my friend the good sheppard that  will guide me through this day


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