The Strength of a Friend

I stood one day at my wits end,

Then you came in the door, my friend;

And just your very presence brought

A ray of light for which I'd sought.

And as we sat and talked awhile,

My frown soon changed into a smile;

New hope sprang forth, dispelling fear;

The path ahead became more clear.

You truly seemed to understand-

Your spoken work, warm clasp of hand

Were what I needed that bleak day,

And I thank God you passed my way.

Now, unafraid, with courage strong,

I face each day with joyous song.

And if some day I see a friend

Who stands alone, at his wits end,

I'll pray that I to him will be

The caring friend you were to me.

by Beverly J. Anderson

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