The essence of life is friendshipWhat a desert the world is, without a friend.
Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord.
The greatest Friend I have in life
has brought me here to dwell
awhile among your green, green hills
and by the watery well,
the water from that wondrous well
that made my eyes to see
and loosed my tongue to sing with joy
that such a Friend can be.
The greatest Friend I have in life
was hidden long from me
above the mountains cold and wide
beneath the sacred tree
that sacred tree whose bark I touched,
whose leaves did tell to me
the ancient tales that made me sure
my Friend would come to me.
My greatest Friend a song has given
to sing where I may go
to sing among the green, green hills
and where the waters flow,
the waters from that wondrous well
that made my eyes to see
and made my mind to ever show
my greatest Friend to me.
My greatest Friend a song has given
of where I do belong
upon the rainbow road of Heaven
before the starry Throne
within that sunrise, emerald City
of His eternal love
where waiting till His friend is ready
He guides Him from above.
Greatest Friend, lyrics by Mike Heron
except last stanza, by Romanós
2 comments:
Romanos, in a similar vein I offer one of my favorite poems on the friendship of Christ.
I have a Friend, whose faithful love is more than all the world to me:
Tis higher than the heights above,
And deeper than the soundless sea;
So old, so new,
So strong, so true;
Before the earth received its frame,
He loved me—Blessed be His name.
He held the highest place above,
Adored by all the sons of flame,
Yet such His self-denying love,
He laid aside His crown and came
To seek the lost,
And at the cost
Of heavenly rank and earthly fame
He sought me—Blessed be His name!
It was a lonely path He trod,
From every human soul apart;
Known only to Himself and God
Was all the grief that filled His heart,
Yet from the track
He turned not back,
Till where I lay in want and shame,
He found me—Blessed be His name!
Then dawned at last that day of dread,
When desolate, yet undismayed,
With wearied frame and thorn-crowned head,
He, God-forsaken, man-betrayed,
Was then made sin
On Calvary,
And, dying there in grief and shame,
He saved me—Blessed be His name!
Long as I live my song shall tell
The wonders of His dying love;
And when at last I go to dwell
With Him His sovereign grace to prove,
My joy shall be
His face to see,
And bowing there with loud acclaim
I'll praise Him—Blessed be His name!
Nice poem/song. Thanks for sharing it as a comment.
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