Lord, Be My Friend


I come to you for friendship Lord,

I feel so lonely deep inside;

I have so many casual friends,

But none in whom I can confide.

I’ve sought the eyes of friends today

And wondered if I could reveal

The gnawing hunger in my soul,

The disappointments that I feel.

You made me with such need for love;

I wear my mask, and laugh and smile,

I am afraid to let them know

My heart is aching all the while.

Lord, hold me tightly in your arms

And strip away that gay facade,

For I can truly be myself

Within the presence of my God.

Give me new courage to go on

And let me on your love depend,

Fill every lonely, aching void,

Just hold my hand, and be my friend.


By Barbara C. Ryberg