PRAYER FOR MY FRIEND

Today I prayed for you, my friend,
Your tribulation soon to end.
By lifting hands to Him I plea
To be healed by His victory.
I ask that if any, tears be few
While He bestows your health anew.

Sometimes we think He doesn´t care
By giving us a cross to bear.
We question why He would allow
Our suffering; yet it makes us bow
Then persevere on paths He´s laid
To claim His truths which never fade.

When we accept His will-to-be,
We´re disciplined for eternity.
For now, He carries you, my friend,
Soon ease and comfort will begin.
May bands of angels now surround.
I pray for peace that will abound.
God bless you knowing how I care
And daily lift your name in prayer.


Marsha K. Davis

I´LL BE HERE FOR YOU

I´ll be here for you
Until the Good Lord clips the wings of time.
When the night falls hard and breaks your heart,
I´ll dry the tears from your eyes.

When your little ship of dreams
Is about to be dashed against the rocks,
Let my open arms be a safe harbor;
A quiet place to talk.

When all hope grows dim,
I´ll be a lantern in the storm,
And an awning where you find shelter,
´Til you´re on your feet once more.

I´ll see you keep your courage,
And that you continue to walk in Truth,
I´ll stand in the gap, my friend,
In constant prayer for you.

I´ll be here for you,
Albeit, by divine intervention,
This friendship we´ve come to share,
To me, is such a blessing.

No matter what comes to be,
Rest assured, I´ll see you through;
For now and all eternity,
I´ll be here for you.

Frederick E. Bolen

No Time

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.


So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.


All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They´d laugh at me I´d fear.


No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need


But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.


God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"