WHAT A FRIEND
WHAT A FRIEND
What a friend we have in Jesus.
I can’t explain it, wouldn’t even try;
I only experience what others would
categorically deny:
I have this constant companion,
on whom I can thoroughly rely;
Simplicity in elementary,
Dear Watson,
There’s no escaping. Where would I go?
Even if I tried.
God has my heart.
And Jesus got my back.
In the Holy Ghost, there’s no lack.
This is how we roll, 24/7 on 24’ no slack.
If I must explain it, it would go like this.
In the chemical laboratory of redemption.
Jesus loved blood, took my black soul, and washed it.
You ask how? How can a brown cow that eats green grass, then gives white milk?
He’s the Great I Am!
I’ve heard it said that your friends are like an elevator;
they will either take you up or bring you down.
Jesus is the best friend around;
I’ve found
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