Poetry

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For The Love of a Friend

I said, to the Lord, "Can I be a friend
And will the price be high?"
He did not answer, but looked intent ~
With the hint of a tear in His eye.


"What is the price to have a friend
And to love as You taught me to do?"
He bared His back and showed me the scars
Where the whip had slashed in two.


When He turned, again, I saw His head,
With scars in a band above,
And I saw His hand. He showed me His side;
Oh, God! ... The price of Love!

When my friends are saddened by some hurt
That grieves their sensitive hearts,
I see the Lord and I know the price
To pay, that is my part.

If I did not love, there would be no pain.
There's great risk and vulnerability.
But the muscle, that's exercised, makes the gain ~
When Love is shared as He meant it to be.



© 1982 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

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