My Friend

By: Anita Mondragon
 
MY FRIEND
 
To the human eye, I was already grown,
But to Him, I was only three.
 
He bent down to kiss my hurt away,
Then He sat me upon His knee.
 
He watched me throw a tantrum,
He saw me cry and pout;
 
He held me tight within His arms
While mine flailed all about.
 
I strayed from Him for many years,
I caused Him anguish, pain, and tears.
 
But He saw THIS day, and knew I’d yield
And come back like a child.
 
So with arms opened wide,
 He welcomed me back…even though I was defiled.
 
He brushed His finger on my tear-stained face,
And all my fears He did erase.
 
This One, who formed me in the womb
And chose to die, to halt my doom.
 
He saw me in the good and bad;
I am His child.  He is my dad!
 
He’s made me happy!
I’m no longer sad!
 
JESUS…YOU’RE THE BEST FRIEND
I’VE EVER HAD!!!