The world we live in, can be so unkind
Cold and harsh, we may even fear it
Anguish, we feel broken
So abrasive upon our spirit

An unsettled sorrow erupts
These tears, will they never end?
Ah yes....
There is a soothing balm
The name is, "Friend"

Friend is this ointment
Made from kindness and so much more
Words flow from this friendship
That renew, revive, restore

Whenever I'm at my lowest point
When my soul is filled with fears
From out of nowhere
My special friend appears

With loving words of faith and hope
When applied, these words are absorbed
You, My Friend, are this soothing balm
And that is why, you are so adored


Copyright © 7/2/06
Kathryn Sunday Davis