A Friend from Within
Met a man today,
not much did He say,
shed a tear of dismay,
He spoke in an unusual way.
To me He said,
"cry, if your heart needs bled,"
below me, a pool of red,
a question in my mind, "was I dead?"
He gave me comfort and care,
all His love with me He'd share,
He was so just, so fair,
a friend from within; so rare.
With me a tear He wept,
safe, my heart and soul He kept,
through the strife I slept,
(by Him) away, my troubles were swept.
©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr.
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