Friend
Friend Jesus, thank You for the morning, the day May I not go my own way For in You I do stay O, wicked sinner turn your head Towards the Lord, making alive the dead What a beautiful Love have I seen A grace making my soul clean So pristine O, what a love From up above I thank Thee for this life For freedom from endless strife Lifting up joy with a harp and a fife Towards heaven shall I look For You, Friend, are writing my storybook.
From Four years ago, oh what a time When I couldn’t formulate a rhyme When life seemed to trouble me not Though many a battle had I fought Senior status was my fame Gideon my name Four close friends had I Said we’d be brothers til the day we’d die Into the night COD we’d play Homework was put away Stored up for another day For in our rooms we wanted to stay This was the life in corn country Fields of memories, miles to see Lives full of cheer and glee No want at all to flee Now we sit in different towns Each one setting food on different grounds Still those times for me will never fade
As into the waters I wade This life’s a gift I’d hate to waste So don’t rush through it in haste Love your brother as yourself For this is a sign of true spiritual health.
Out Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone, Gon, Go, G, G,………. Out! Leavin’ for new ground Caught up in the sound Pound, pa, pa, pa, pound On the door of tomorrow Leave behind all the sorrow, sorrow Freshie jolts To North he bolts That he was me, me, me…….. Still was a kid named Gid Set on an adventure Into unknown territory I did venture, venture Got a love in me that never will depart His mercies never tart Hit the restart Each morning I wake up For He’s the One filling up my cup Well I arrived at my new home to find
A place I felt I could unwind From the daily grind, grind, grind Though that feeling soon turned sour quick As my stresses and anxiety became quite thick Not long did I stick around, ound, ound, und, nd, d Out! Out! I ran away Back to my home for an extended stay Needed more than just a day, day, day Follower of the Way I knew Christ had the final say Felt Him tugging at my heart to not return Rather stay in corn country to learn Out! Out! To a new home again I went Two years here have I spent In a place where I feel at peace Even when fear starts to build, taking over my mind’s lease.