For Amy Lane, for being the great friend she is...
You're the friend
I turned to
With secrets to painful to tell
One of the first ones I opened up
To.
The one I shared my darkest secrets with.
You're the friend I turned to
When I had no strength
Of my own.
You're the kind of friend
Who is not one who passes judgment
But loves as Christ loved
And yes I know you've made a few mistakes
Fell a few times
But that doesn't make you weak
But it gives you the strength
And compassion
To look past imperfections.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
June.02.09
8: 58 P.M PST
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