What a great friend I have in Jesus my Lord,
The reasoning of my faith and one who knows what it is to be abhorred.
The former of the ground on which I stand,
Who knows what a struggle it is to be a man.
I like not to dwell on where I would be,
If it weren’t for the truest friendship of He.
I have seen and tried but some of the World’s sweetness,
And already I know I would be more lonely than ever were it not for meekness.
It is not a failing to admit He is my truest of friends,
For when I see the King at my life’s end,
I know none but He will have understood my struggles so well,
For He have bore my successes as much as the times that I fell.
Ryan Lane 2013