| For The Love Of A Friend |
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I said, to the Lord, "Can I be a friend And will the price be high?" He did not answer, but looked intent - With the hint of a tear in His eye. "What is the price to have a friend And to love as You taught me to do?" He bared His back and showed me the scars Where the whip had slashed in two. When He turned, again, I saw His head, With scars in a band above, And I saw His hand. He showed me His side; Oh, God! ... The price of Love! When my friends are saddened by some hurt That grieves their sensitive hearts, I see the Lord and I know the price To pay, that is my part. If I did not love, there would be no pain. There's great risk and vulnerability. But the muscle, that's exercised, makes the gain - When Love is shared as He meant it to be. |
| © 1982 by Joan Clifton Costner |
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