My Friend

My Friend

by Patricia A Pitterle

Sometimes, I feel so lonely

On this journey we call life.

The road is rough

And full of ruts

And toil and pain and strife.

It’s hard to keep my focus,

When tears fall from my eyes.

I hear whispers

That I’m all alone,

My heart within me cries.

Sometimes the voice would have me think

I am not worth His fight.

Not good enough

To feel His love.

Please hide me from His sight.

And though I seem to listen

And fear those words are true.

A part of me

Holds fast to faith

That He will guide me through.

Slowly, my eyes are opened,

I come to see His grace.

He walks with me

He talks with me

He leads me through this place.

In ways I don’t yet understand

He took my sins from me

And suffered that

I might now know,

He lived and died for me.

And safe at last, in His embrace

My heart will finally mend

As I gaze into

His loving face,

My Savior and my friend.