My Friend

Let us go on a walk

And feel the gentle breeze.

Where we can think and talk

And speak of God with ease.

Hear the small bird sing

Then fly into the sky?

It trills unto our King!

And so in truth, must I!

I know that God is real.

I feel His presence near.

His love does warm and heal.

He has a listening ear.

He knows just what I need,

Much better than myself.

His long arm ever does lead,

He is my greatest help.

You can know this too!

The path to start is prayer.

He will speak to you

And you will know tender care!