I heard him knocking
In the door of my heart
I was stubborn and bad
Ignored him till the knocking stopped
When I was lost in the dark
I felt I needed a friend
One who would show me the light
One who would protect me with all his might
I remembered him this time
But wondered where he could be
I called out his name
And I heard the knocks again
I opened the door
I saw him standing there still
He had been sitting there all along
Just waiting for me to call
Wherever I go I take him with me
He is now a part of me
As he now lives in me
He is my Lord, my Saviour, my Friend..
I talk to him everyday
In many simple prayers he taught me
I thank him for yesterday and today
I thank him for loving me
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What a wonderful tribute to that Friend who is always only a prayer away. Lovely write. Warmest regards, Sandra