Without is sunshine new green, a warm gentle breeze— Dark clouds rage within
You were there by my side My only friend amid the wolves Or at least you should have been...
Here I sit At my desk Painfully Giving birth To another poem.
Two feet stood there I tried to hurry past Then my hand grew warm
If it takes the wounds of a cherished friend to teach me more of my Savior, then I welcome them in spite of their pain.
Please let me stay here Don’t make me go HE is out there
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
Our friendship includes pain Not unexpected, But the pricks are small compared to all We add to one another.
When I was sick and in such pain, You hurt me over and again. You had to have your daily thrill, Came into me against my will.
What if you made it to the end of your life having loved only those who loved you back?