Friends

You know friends are never earned they are a gift from the loving God

They're precious beyond human evaluation

You dare not take them for grant it or they'll drift away like smoke

And the warmth of there caring will vanish into the chill of the endless night

Most of my friends are unknowns they probably won't even rate an obituary

Unless they live and die in a small town some where

Where nothing much ever happens

But some of my friends are big people

They are famous sensitive and talented

Their names are household words

And yet they are no more precious in God's eyes or in mine

Then those wonderful nobodies who live and die in obscurity

Who is your friend?

He's someone who warns you with a nod

Or with an unspoken word in hard times

When you are hurting beyond words

She's someone who holds you to her breast

And sighs softly into your hair

When no other medicine could possibly stop the pain

A friend is someone who clinks a glass against yours

Or answers the phone at three in the morning

When you're lost and with a few words of encouragement

And concern makes you realize your not really lost at all

Friends come in both sexes in all shapes and sizes

The most important thing they have in common is

Their ability to share with you your most sky splitting joys

Or your' deepest most awesome sorrows

I think of all the things I have in this world

I'm most grateful for my friends