When tired and weary, my strength seems to fail,
My spirit is bruised and sore,
It’s refreshing that God in His infinite love
Sends someone precious my soul to restore.
Just to know that my burden is shared makes it lighter.
A prayer with my friend makes the day that much brighter.
Oh, the comfort and joy of my caring friend!
Sometimes not a word has to be said.
My good friend who senses my need,
With kindness and love, by the Spirit led,
With a gentle touch, brings comfort indeed.
Just to know we draw strength and support from each other,
Connected by love from our heavenly Father,
Is why I thank God for the heart of my friend.

Karin Ristau

1 comment:

Joy in the Burbs... said...

Karin, I just got home from having a prayer time with four friends. This poem was perfect. I'm so blessed to have other women to pray with.