There are many gifts that our Father gives us,
But none is greater by far than a friend.
A friend who forgives and accepts us for who we are
And not for who we have been.
A friend who sticks by you during thick and thin.
Having clothes, shelter and food on our tables is a blessing
And our treasures we have collected through the years;
But all these things we have are such little comfort to us
When at times we are so overwhelmed with pain and tears.
Then is when we need those friends, the ones who endear.
You are that gift to me, that delicate rose that God carefully chose
Because He knew that one day I would choose another road;
And need a friend like you who would be there for support
To cheer me on even when you feel low and give to me,
That pick-me-up even when you are carrying a heavy load.
I THANK GOD for you my delicate rose, Who he carefully sent my way
And I THANK HIM for your goodness and selflessness even when,
You are in pain, and you give your time that is precious spent,
When I need a happy thought, I just think of you and PRAISE
My Heavenly Father for a gift so true, this rose I find in you;
That one and only gift that truly was HEAVEN SENT ! ! ! !
Written by Shirley Barr
July 14, 2003
Dedicated to my Dear Friend,
My Delicate Rose, Ann Hart
JAMES 1:17 ~ Every good gift and every perfect gift is from
above, and cometh down from the Father of Lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. |
