A Friend In Need

By Pauline Sweis

I was thrown in a furnace,

Burning charcoal blackened my face,

Horrified in agony, I stretched my hands,

Got hold of You, my Savior Blessed.

Wandered in prairies between the weeds,

Thorns, thistles bleeding my feet.

Lost, far away from the flock,

I clung on Your shoulders, my Shepherd kind.

Winds blown over the sea, harsh,

Raged the waves as mountains high.

I was drowned, my ship wrecked,

Awakened You, and You rebuked th’elements.

I was hungry and confused,

Did not know where to turn,

You had compassion on me,

And fed me along with five thousand men.

All my needs were fulfilled,

You are a good friend I need,

A true friend of friendless,

And a Comforter of helpless.

O’Jesus.

Copyright @ 1996 by Pauline Sweis. Reprinted by permission of Author.