Friends

In a darkening, gloomy world,

Where light is hard to find,

There are always those precious rays,

The cheery, hopeful kind.

The kind that lift a weary heart,

Or dry a pain filled tear.

The kind that always make you smile

Whenever they are near.

I find I look for those bright rays,

I’m draw to their warm light

Just like a moth to cheery flame,

But I think that’s alright.

For in their light new dreams can bloom

And in their warmth hopes grow.

The richest laughter springs to life

Within their loving glow.

1 John 4:11
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.