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A Friend Told Me So

Friend, may this life

Lead you to Truth and

May that Truth lead you

To Life.





Yesterday's time is dead and gone,

And only memories remain.

Now is the only time we really possess

Whether we use it or through it away.

For tomorrow's time is still yet to come,

Or we hope so anyway.

But only time will tell us that for sure

When tomorrow becomes yesterday.





I like to pick my times to walk, my friend smiled and said me.

Though it sounded nice in my heart I knew

An ideal thought was all it could be.

For this world will not allow a life that is easy or carefree.

Those days never were nor are they now.

But soon it will come to be.

That we can take a walk anytime we like

For our spirit will finally be free.





Free and at peace with God and man.

Though we must lead the patient life right now.

For this time is not all ours as yet my friend

And we must walk when it allows.

Though only if we're waiting for the chance.

And away from the madding crowd.

Then maybe, just maybe

For one moment one breath in time.

We just might feel that feeling

We'll soon have all the time!



How can mere words begin to relate.

The joy and comfort God has given me through you?

Seems at times when I get down and out.

Those memories come shining through.

So as I pass this point in time

And stop to consider and reflect

On all that God has given me

Those memories are with me yet.

As you know my friend, worlds are never at a premium

And but a few are seldom real.

So I thought i'd take this point in time

To let you know just how I feel.




If only I heard your voice and looked into your eyes.

I would know everything I needed to know about you.

For in times past I considered only the physical.

The hair

The face

The body

Only to find that they just don't last.

So what could it be I ask myself.

Which fades not but in spite of ourselves keeps growing?

Why it's the heart, the heart I say.

Which ages not but constantly keeps growing.

Whether to goodness and love

Or envy and hate.

For out of the mouth comes the intent of the heart.

The mind is but that which sustains it.

Therefore, to know you, my friend, all I need to do

Is listen to your heart. And look into the windows of your mind.




I took a walk inside your mind and wrote about it here.

I got this feeling as I walked though not everything was clear.

But even though I only experienced a few of your highs and lows.

I knew I had truly walked with a potential God of Love

Revealed here through rhyme and prose.

Therefore my friend if you make true Love your aspiration

If you make true Love your goal.

You too will know the secret

When you've traveled enough of this life's road.

For though your physical body will grow old and fade away.

Love never dies

God is Love

Does this give the secrete away?








Why life? Why death? Why good? Why evil?

Is it bad to think about these things and then to ponder why?

Well, that all depends on what we think about

And what we just let ride.

But you know, most people don't think at all.

They're just blown around with the wind.

Or play the game of heaven and hell

Then think they can somehow win.

Still others are placid and don't even pretend.

They just occupy their time talking about how other folks sin.

But we are what we think and if we think about what we are

Then we immediately look for a reason to hide.

To hide from the fact that we now know in our heart

That we've only been living a lie.

It takes quite a lot to see the real truth
And a half truth is still but a lie.

So when we stop running and face what we are.
Then we'll receive the answers to why.





A friend once asked,

What do you want out of life?

What do you want it to be?

Though I know what it is

What words can I use in which to make you see?

For how do you tell someone you'd like to become like

The wind.

The sun

The sea.

How can you explain such an ambition in life

And them know it will somehow be?

For words, I know, cannot convince

And thoughts will often change.

And lives, alas, in this crazy world will be constantly rearranged.

But there is a hope above all this, my friend.

And it comes from one called Love.

So what do I want out of life you still ask?

Why it's to become a member of the family called Love.





Please tell me how it came to be

That I'm standing here in awe of thee.

Can I relate this beauty so others may see

By the mere worlds which emanate from me?

For beauty is God's pure expression of Love

And that gift only given by God up above.

For God is Love; he has to be

To have created all this for you and me.

But you ask how it is I've come to believe

In something I know I cannot see?

Well, tell me, friend, where does the wind come from?

Where does it go?

I can't see the wind, but I can hear it blow.

Or watch as invisible waves so gently away

Across autumn brown fields on a misty day.

All of this gives me an understanding inside

I know in my heart this can't be a lie.

His presence is evident by the things that I see.

Again, oh Lord, how did it come to be?

That I am standing here in awe of Thee

Now for the first time in my life

I finally begin to see

To hear

To feel your love for me.


A Friend once asked. Paint a picture of me with a poem.

How can I paint a true picture of you

And you understand what I say?

Can you look at your hands and say to yourself

These are but pieces of clay?

When you look in a mirror do you see what you are

Or does your mind turn your attention away?

Away from the fact your beauty is like a flower that

Will soon fade away.

No I can't paint a picture of this my friend

For it will remind you of yesterday.

You see I must paint you as you are to become

Though you won't understand right away.

Your body will be like the wind as it blows

Your face like the sun in full strength.

Your voice will be like a thousand brooks that sing

As though they were heaven sent.

Your beauty will be like nothing I could match

Or compare in a physical sense.

But alas our thoughts are tuned on different waves

And you can't yet hear what I say.

But someday you will then I promise my friend

I'll paint you, and you won't fade away.




Friend do you sit and think about things that used to be

Instead of pulling your mind to use and trying to be free.

Free to climb new height and truer goals

On which you can depend.

Or do you follow this world's way and think you have a friend.

Well, the world is a hardly interested in a one time used to be.

So forget the world;

Prepare yourself for those things that will shortly be.

For the world will have to answer in a way to make it see.

For all it's sin and sorrow

Brought about by the likes of you and me.

But we have time to change ourselves

If the desire is there and true

So search your heart while there is time

And He's sure to answer you!


This life my friend is like April's breeze.

It blows warm and gentle awakening all life's new seed.

It starts our travels through this life of won't and need.

While nurturing and testing those He has called to believe.

And though our travels be short or long

We learn life's lessons like notes to a song.

With Spring comes birth and learning right from wrong.

While Summer's for perfecting the notes to our song.

With Fall there's reflection on all we have learned.

Then Winters a resting place for all we have earned.

A resting place

A resting place

Till God keeps his promise from way back when.

A promise to renew us back to life again.

And how is this done you may ask my friend?

Why through His Love and Spirit

Brought to us like April's wind.

True Love, my friend is hard to speak of.

Even harder to bring to bear.

For it goes against our basic nature, to show others that we care.

But true Love is not selfish. It gives itself anytime, and anywhere.

True Love is not having to say I love You.

You know by the actions it's there.

So don't be betrayed by fair words and speech

For there are those who would play the role.

Just remember, true Love is rarely expressed in words.

For words, at best, are but hollow echoes of the soul.



This physical flesh is limited my friend, to what I can do and say.

For centuries, man has led and has yet to find the way.

Away from war and misery or just plain unconcern.

Love seems to be outside his reach whichever way he turns.

Alas, my friend, some say no hope for this tired old century.

But I say wait, I have good news and it's for you and me.



Though great leaders and teachers of this age may sneer and ridicule.

We won't have long to wait, my friend, to see who's just the fool.

So listen very carefully and I'll give you that secret tool.

The only tool that will reveal that precious jewel of truth.

For to find the truth, you must believe that which your own heart proves.

Not words from some raving maniac or some self-centered pious fools.


For truth finds those who search and try to love those ten great
rules.

Here a little, there a little, it will grow which each passing day.

But don't believe me; try it yourself and you're sure to find the way.

Now what of that Good News I was telling you about
That's not too far away?


This Age of Man is all but gone

And Christ is soon to return

With Him, He brings the Family of God.

Then man's potential will finally be learned.

How
Do
I
Know?

A Friend
Told
Me
So



Love
And
Peace
A
Friend


John 15: 14-15


Inspired

By

Yahweh Elohim




Penned

By

A Friend

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