You are the Lover of my soul
When my friends assailed me
You are there to make me whole
You were there to hold my injured body
What a Friend
Especially when I was left alone and I started to cry
I knew that you was there with me to the end
You are my Pilot as my spirit that lifted up high
What a Friend
I am glad that you were with me in that dark and dirty place
Only if my so called friends could see that you helped and guided to the end
What a Friend
I only ask one thing my Lord, “Why did you pick me,
was it because you saw the pain and discretion on my face? ”
I am glad that you answered me, which was my biggest goal
“Son, I am here to because you believed in me and gave me the chance,
To show you that I am there to save your soul”
Thank you my Lord, I am glad that I am here to see and feel your Amazing Grace
By Frank Pulver April 22,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem