My friend

My Friend

Have I ever treated my God as my friend?
To say in the morning, "thank you" and at night; "your the living end."

With each day given filled with all the emotions of life
Mostly good things; starting with my Mother or my loving wife.
To talk with those I know and those I first meet
Moving forward to make my contributions and others to greet.

To be productive regardless of individual human endeavor
But always to be fair and kind; seldom have to use the word; "never."

The moments that are mine to relax and be alone or with someone like me
To look inside myself and silently give thanks to God for allowing life to be.

Life can be tedious, depressing, boring, even at a frantic pace
But God will never give you more than you can face.
As I sit here near the river listening to Elvis, Nat King Cole and others in song
My God, my God; the gift of life; for the weak and also the strong.

The vision to see fall colors across the beautiful Potomac River
The past, the present and certainly the future; gifts from the giver.

These few moments gathered unto lowly me
Gifts from God to hear, feel and also see.
Only to acknowledge what you have given me on this singular day
As the recipient of just one gift that I can never repay.

I can only believe what is right and true
In the beginning and through my time; always it was you.

Sometimes I get confused as to give you a specific name
Would I be wrong and have to absorb a blame?
Do I capitalize or is it lower case
As though you had a preference for a human race?

Can I speak or when appropriate wail
That you accompany me in success and even when I fail?

You deny not that which is earthly pleasure
As long as distribution is made before it becomes a treasure.
That we can call you forth in our time
To heal, soothe and cleanse, so you will say; "you are mine."

Our denial too quick when the chore we cannot overcome
Not realizing you would not deny; for destiny will make us one.

So I will close this page and say no more
For I'll finish the wine and close the door.
In closing I know my God likes Elvis just like me
For my God loves all good music; you see.

~Chuck Hurley~

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