I have an old friend So dear to me Ever golden in the desert sun She lives far away now Across mountain ranges Over grassy flatlands Through the woods She and her beautiful offspring Their horses and goats In a beautiful place Where the Eagle soars How happy am I For how I have loved my friend Always treasured her memory From when we were young When I dreamed she would choose me It's fine, that was then... But ever is she dear to me Through hard years have I carried her Navigating dark waters She, tucked away in my heart When the valleys were so low Always in me somewhere Maybe not in the forefront of my thoughts But ever with me, precious in my sight And when hope glimmered anew I searched to find my friend Rejoicing to find her well And she thought to visit me Caring for the pain of my journey But all was not well For she was not adequately honored Her husband was not her equal My friend was in need I lost her again But then heaven spoke And again I searched Again to find But still the need To prayer, to prayer: "Father, my friend, my friend..." I, so imperfect In my fumbling ways Seeking to serve Wanting to help And praying, praying But there is One who is faithful A Father who loves her so deeply Who calls her children precious Who watches and provides And now: There is much life Hope anew, vision, a home A nest for the youngsters Hay for the horses And more life For a special friend One so dear to my heart Father, thank you For chances to serve For forgiveness and understanding For a lifelong friend A jewel in my crown Stephen Pursell, 3/25/14 |   |
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