Looking For A Friend Poem by Bob Gotti

Looking For A Friend



Days are long and nights are cold, with men seeking one to behold.
One who will fill that longing inside, one whose love won’t be denied.
The Father with that kind of Love, sent His Son from Heaven above.
Christ will not forsake you friend, His Love will carry you to the end.

So when your days are too long, Christ will fill your heart with song.
And on a cold and darkened night, Christ will fill your heart with light.
Friend, in many unexpected ways, you’ll see His Love all your days.
My friend, His Love will be just right, even through the darkest night.

His faithfulness will far outweigh, unknown burdens along your way.
My friend, if your faith should wane, Jesus Christ remains the same.
And even when we are faithless, faithful, Christ remains towards us.
In us, Christ in Spirit lives inside, and Christ Himself can’t be denied.

Christ’s Love for you far exceeds, all your hopes and all your needs.
The Love of Jesus Christ is pure; and it is one Love that will endure.
The Lord is filled with agape love, from The Father in Heaven above.
His Love is not an earthly kind, and so your love will not be declined.

So if you are looking for a friend, then Jesus Christ I do recommend.
His Loving friendship will not waver, but is one you’ll eternally savor.
Others friendships may cease to be, but The Lord’s will last eternally.
There is no greater love in the end, than one who dies for his friend.

(Copyright ©12/2005)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetry Hound 10 December 2005

Hey Bob, I saw Pope Ratzinger on TV the other day. Now, here’s a guy who used to drive around in a Chevy and now everyone wants to kiss his big toe. Don’t you think it’s kind of bizarre how certain guys get elevated to these grand pooh-bah positions and we’re supposed to believe they suddenly have a direct pipeline to Jesus? Next time you see one of these muckety-mucks walking around muttering under his breath, deluded that he’s speaking directly to the Lord, just let him walk on by. I think he would be insulted if you stopped him and told him it was just dementia. I mean, why pee on his parade?

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