To my friends,
As God even calls us friends.
For what is a friend,
A person we trust,
A person we love?
A person we hide not,
The one up above.
But mostly, a person we can turn to,
When a friend will not judge,
When a friend will listen,
When a friend will not forsaken.
Even more than a brother,
Even more than a sister,
This true friend listens,
This only friend harkens,
This true friend forgives,
And by this true friend we shall live.
Not many are true,
Not many are friends,
But know this much,
There is one friend,
One that is true.
HE has always been our friend,
Your friend above,
If only we will accept,
Then this friendship is of love.
As God even calls us friends.
For what is a friend,
A person we trust,
A person we love?
A person we hide not,
The one up above.
But mostly, a person we can turn to,
When a friend will not judge,
When a friend will listen,
When a friend will not forsaken.
Even more than a brother,
Even more than a sister,
This true friend listens,
This only friend harkens,
This true friend forgives,
And by this true friend we shall live.
Not many are true,
Not many are friends,
But know this much,
There is one friend,
One that is true.
HE has always been our friend,
Your friend above,
If only we will accept,
Then this friendship is of love.