Faithful Friend
By Tim Russ
Shadows cast upon the ground.
The silence lost in all the sound.
Another day draws towards its end,
as they all tell me of their friend.
One by one they spread the shawls.
One in tears. Another bawls.
The sadness grips my heart in pain.
I am caught up in grief’s refrain!
I bid them leave us both alone.
I listen to their grief filled moans.
The fear of failure beats within.
I’m just a man, life full of sin!
I drop in prayer upon my knees,
with hope that God will hear my pleas.
I speak in faith, tears in my eyes,
“Tabitha, I say arise!”
Suddenly breath! She lives again!
God has raised their faithful friend!
I am in awe of what he’s done.
My faithful friend, The Holy One.
By Tim Russ
Shadows cast upon the ground.
The silence lost in all the sound.
Another day draws towards its end,
as they all tell me of their friend.
One by one they spread the shawls.
One in tears. Another bawls.
The sadness grips my heart in pain.
I am caught up in grief’s refrain!
I bid them leave us both alone.
I listen to their grief filled moans.
The fear of failure beats within.
I’m just a man, life full of sin!
I drop in prayer upon my knees,
with hope that God will hear my pleas.
I speak in faith, tears in my eyes,
“Tabitha, I say arise!”
Suddenly breath! She lives again!
God has raised their faithful friend!
I am in awe of what he’s done.
My faithful friend, The Holy One.
Copyright © 2007 Tim Russ. All rights reserved.