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Friends

I have a lot of friends
scattered here.
scattered there.
I feel I have a lot of friends
almost everywhere.

But when I sit and think,
"Ok,
who should come over today?"
I feel I have no friends
who want to come and play.

Though I know I have a lot of friends
of this fact I'm sure.
I wonder what they're doing
and,
should I knock down there door.

So I sit in faith and listen
to the one who knows me best
for I have told Him how I feel
and I now He'll do the rest.

For I know my friends are beautiful
in heart and soul and mind
I know that God knows them best
and so I let Him find.

The ways in which to tell them
I love them all the same
the funny, crazy, smart and wild
I love them all by name.

He tells me ever gently,
as I pray and go to bed
He says, "They love you too my dear."
And it's true, I know, He said.

So Today I send my friends
a bit of love and hugs and pray,
that they know how much I love them
and my love will never stray.

A poem by Megan Marie Bergman

This is to ALL my friends! My blogging friends, my high school friends, my sister, my brother, my family, my husband, my friend in Idaho, California, East Coast, Australia, Ireland, My small group friends, my church friends, my Facebook Friends, my neighbor friends, my family friends... you know ALL of them!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Were you reading my mind when you wrote this?:)
We've all been there I think! What a beautiful writing.
Unknown said…
Great writing Megan! It has been so fun to become a friend in the past year...you are wonderful!
Mandy
Ehlan said…
Beautiful poen! Let's get together!!

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