Friends /
Friends /
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The Rotary Balita no. 722 (June 4, 1953)
'Twould never do for God to live across the street, Cr in the house next door, where we would daily meet, So in His wisdom and His love, he sometimes sends His angels kind to walk with us - We call them friends. Just friends, one word, but letters can express A wealth of sympathy and pure unselfishness, One syllable a single breath can form it, friends, Yet, ok how much our happiness on them depends. When trouble comes, or loss, when grief is ours to bear, They come, our friends, with words of cheer our load to share How could we face defeat without a friend's caress? Had we no friends to praise, how bare wok be success. 'Tis not God's plan that we should see him face to face, Yet, he would hedge us in His abounding grace, And so, His messengers of love to cart He sends, They're Angels, but we know it not, and call them friends. - AUTHOR UNKNOWN
The Rotary Balita no. 722 (June 4, 1953)
'Twould never do for God to live across the street, Cr in the house next door, where we would daily meet, So in His wisdom and His love, he sometimes sends His angels kind to walk with us - We call them friends. Just friends, one word, but letters can express A wealth of sympathy and pure unselfishness, One syllable a single breath can form it, friends, Yet, ok how much our happiness on them depends. When trouble comes, or loss, when grief is ours to bear, They come, our friends, with words of cheer our load to share How could we face defeat without a friend's caress? Had we no friends to praise, how bare wok be success. 'Tis not God's plan that we should see him face to face, Yet, he would hedge us in His abounding grace, And so, His messengers of love to cart He sends, They're Angels, but we know it not, and call them friends. - AUTHOR UNKNOWN