My Friend
 ~From an Old English manuscript~

 

Let me tell you how I made His aquaintance.

I had heard much of Him; but took no heed.

He sent daily gifts and presents,

but I never thanked Him.

He often seemed to want my friendship,

but I remained cold.

I was homeless, wretched and starving,

in peril every hour,

and He offered me shelter, comfort,

food and safety,

but I was ungrateful still.

At last He crossed my path,

and with tears in His eyes

He besought me, saying,

"Come and abide with Me."

 

Let me tell you how He treats me now.

 

He supplies all my wants.

He gives me more than I dare ask.

He anticipates my every need.

He begs me to ask for more.

He never reminds me of my past ingratitude.

He never rebukes me for my past follies.

 

Let me tell you further what I think of Him.

 

He is as good as He is great.

His love is as ardent as it is true.

He is as lavish of His promises

 as He is faithful in keeping them.

He is as jealous of my love as

 He is deserving of it.

I am in all things His debtor,

but He bids me call Him,

Friend.