If I thought I was your friend
And you walked alone in grief,
I’d feel I failed my duty ~
I’d feel just like a thief
To hoard away the comfort that
The Lord gave me to lend,
And, not share in your suffering ~
No, that wouldn’t be a friend.
So...if you’re sad or hurt or sick ~
Please let me share that day,
And please, don’t think you’d bother me
If you asked me to pray;
For friends can share the sunshine
But, they share the trials, too ~
And I want to be the one you’d call
To share that time with you!
