Poem -

Special Friend

 You   Know this world can be harsh and Cold
    Like a winter waste land

    Sometimes our soul can become frostbitten 
    By the trials  we tread through
 
    But being held in the warm loving arms of a special friend
    can heal a weather beaten soul

    Sometimes  we walk off the straight and narrow path
    We get lost in the dark wilderness of sin

    It is a special friend who comes searching for us
    Holding up the word of true like a lantern

    So we can see our way out of the darkness
    and back to the road of safety 

    A special friend is a soul mate

    When they see us beaten down
    It fills their heart with sorrow and they lift us up in prayer

    When they see us being blessed
    It fills their heart with happiness and they give thanks to God  

   For a special friend is faithful to stay with us
   As we travel through the winter barren land
   and through the valley of propriety

   Everyone needs a special  friend

   Will you be my special friend ?

    
    Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
    Oct 22, 1998 

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