Seeking a friend
At the gates of kindergarten

Looking around
For a friendly face

Left alone
At the doorsteps of the nursery

The noise of the school
Sounds emptyness

And in The silence of my soul

O Jesus, you are my friend!

And there you are
In the beauty of your Person

And the gentle presence
Of you being

Grave and yet

I have not come to play with you
I have come to comfort you

Oh beauty of that voice
Oh beauty of that Presence

And tears on my cheek
Dried up

And peace
And happiness

My Friend, my Friend!

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Old Gospel song… two performances

what a friend we have in Jesus 

Another performance by Mahalia Jackson