The Gift of Friends...

Continue working in our lives
In big ways and in small
In high spots…low spots…up spots…down spots
Lord…be in them all
We manage sometimes…so we think
Without You being there
Battling through the ups and downs
“That’s life!”…We may declare
 
But then we get the downs and downs
And battle on at length
The ‘ups’ we find have disappeared
Lord Jesus…give us strength
And wisdom Lord..to hang in there
And trust in only You
With certainty that in due course
Lord You…will pull us through
 
Sometimes we fail to understand
Mostly when it’s hard
Already You have put in place
Friends…who like spikenard
Perfume our lives with fragrances
Soothe where it is sore
It’s very likely they themselves
Have faced tough trials before
 
Within his broken body…Jesus
Ministers this way
To broken saints…through broken saints
To broken hearts and wills
Through healing salves of prayer…a poem
Grace given from above
His ointment of forgiveness
Tightly perfume-wrapped…in Love

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