My Friend
For years I have prayed for my friend to come
At times I think she will
As days and months and years go by
I'm here waiting and waiting still
Then a glimmer of hope; a chance to speak
Oh I've waited for so long
I see her face, my heart is full
How I want her to hear HIS song
Then I hear His voice, oh that gentle voice
That says come away my love
He reminds me then that it's Him not I
Who will call her from above
I remember how he first called me
I know her time will come
So gentle a love, so soft a caress
I'll just wait and love her some
How I sometimes feel that I'm laboring
To bring my friend to HIM
Yet it's He who labored and loved and died
To see my fiend go free
I'm praying now for that precious soul
That will be wooed and called by name
For He promised me all those years ago
For her place in heaven's domain
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