To My Friend By Lorraine Smith

I stood one day at my wit’s end,
Then you came in the door, my friend;
Your very presence, to me brought,
A ray of light, for which I’d sought.
Then, as we sat and talked awhile,
My frown soon changed into a smile;
New hope sprang forth dispelling fear,
The path ahead became more clear.
You truly seemed to understand,
Your spoken word, your clasp of hand;
Were what I needed that bleak day,
Yes, I thank God, you passed my way.
Now unafraid, with courage strong,
I face each day with joyous song;
So, if someday, I see a friend,
Who stands alone at his wit’s end;
I’ll  pray that I, to him will be,
The caring friend, you’ve been to me.