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God And My Friend 'originally called- Untitled'

“Please,” I said to God one day,
“I just need a friend.
One who’ll stay with me,
From beginning to end.”
I didn’t hear an answer,
I guess He was pretty busy,
I’ll try again later,
Maybe He’ll get back with me.
“I need a sister,” I yelled,
Hoping God might hear.
“Someone who won’t push me away,
One who’ll draw me quite near.”
I thought if I yelled at Him,
He’d get my prayer fast.
It was getting hard,
To deal with the loneliness from my past.
“Please,” I prayed to God,
“If this isn’t too much of a bother,”
I had tears streaming down my face, but,
“I would like a mother.”
I hadn’t had an answer yet,
Hadn’t heard anything at all.
I was wondering what to do now,
For I was feeling quite small.
“Please dear God,” I whispered,
For I’d almost given up hope,
“I need someone to love me.”
I was nearing the end of my rope.
All I heard was silence,
My heart was growing numb.
If I didn’t get an answer soon,
I would feel a bit dumb.
“Child,” God finally replied.
“I’ve been here all along.”
I thought He had left me, but,
“I have you where you belong.
You already have a sister,
Mother, and friend.”
I listened real closely,
I didn’t want this to end.
“This person is quite wonderful,
She loves you for who you are.
Open your eyes,
You need not look far.”
“Who,” I asked God,
For I was too scared to believe.
I was desperately hoping,
This wasn’t a trick up His sleeve.
“She is someone you know quite well,
You look up to her with joy in your eyes.
She is my servant,
I have made her quite wise.
Yet she is also a teacher,
But you have to be willing to learn.
Pay attention closely,
So you do not burn.
She’ll teach you not to get too close,
To the fires of Hell.”
“Dear God,” I whispered,
“At me will she yell?”
“No, dear Child,
For I have taught her patience.
She’ll love you forever.”
“Dear, God, is this a test?”
“It’s a test of your faith,
But you won’t be hurt anymore.
When I closed the window of your past,
I opened this door.”
“Thank-You, dear God,
I believe I understand.
All this loneliness,
Was a part of Your big plan.
Actually, I was never alone,
This is what I understand,
You were always there,
Hence the footprints in the sand.
And those times I thought You were gone,
I always had my friend,
The two of you were with me,
From beginning to end.
I might not have known you two,
For a good deal of my life,
But once we found each other,
You helped me through heartaches and strife.”
I know now I’ll never be alone.
As long as I have God and my friend,
They helped lift me up,
Time and time again.

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