Gladys Darlene Browning
Talking To A Friend - Poem by Gladys Darlene Browning
I guess I have a habit
Of treating Jesus as a friend.
He's always been there for me
And will be, 'til the end.
I treat Him like the brother,
The Bible says He is.
I always laugh and talk with Him
Sometimes I even quiz.
A friend one time told me
She was totally amazed,
That I treated Him just like her,
And some would think me crazed.
He is a constant in my life.
He's my companion all the way.
We have so much to talk about,
This is why I say.
If you should meet me out somewhere
And I'm talking to myself.
Trully, I'm not demented,
I just don't keep Him on a shelf.
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