Your Friends Have Priority.....a poem from 2009

A poem that I wrote when I was very upset and hurt.


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Your Friends Have Priority


You say your friends know you best.
You believe your friends will give you rest.



My warning words to you are laughed to scorn.
Time it has taken its toil, my heart is battered and torn.



Sneering you run with your so called friends.
Not believing these friendships will soon end.



As do all friendships that are based only on what one has to give.
It is sad really how you choose to live.



My time is nearly spent.
Daily fears once I knew have went-¬¬



Once for you I wept bitter years.
Crying in vain, soon the grass will sparkle with my tears.



I am so tired each and every day.
You laugh as hurtful words and ways; you toss to me along the way.



You see your "friends" you run shouting with glee-
Never remembering it was for your sake I have not been free.



Someday perhaps you'll know.
One day you'll have seen me go...



But my child by then you will know what it means to have sown the wind.
There are rules that can't be broken, seeds sown cannot you'll never rescind.



Oh, my child, there are so many blessings on you that could have been.
Forsaking those who care, you have run a race you'll never win.



Running with glee, you laughed my words to scorn.
Laughing you sneered, and jeered even as my heart was shredded and torn.



Speaking hurtful words, saying it is none of my concern.
It is not hard to discern



You have chosen your own way
There is nothing more for you I can do, but pray...



One day my child, you'll stand ashamed.
Ashamed as all of your so called friends have fled.



Things you assumed to be true.
Were never so, I could have told you.



Believing many a lie...
You never knew many tears were shed behind my vacant eyes.



I love you, you know it's so.
Riches and material possessions I could not give to you, your shouting steps echo, don't you know?



Oh my child did you not know?
All things will soon end; even I will soon have to go.



Sticks and stones, many a bone may break.
But it is words spoken, and actions taken, that will cause the final heartache.



You may laugh, mockingly laugh and go about your way today.
But my child one day it will be you, who will see your child stray.



Why my child must you run so fast to entertain, those who will never be there in the end.
Friends come, and friends go, but a true friend, is not one who hastens to rend.



What do I mean? My child it is clear.
Clear as the crystal teardrops lying on the ground. Speaking words to the Father only He can hear.



My child the stains you'll see on the ground one day, were prayers of mercy and grace...
--said especially for you as you have run your daily race...



You've wandered far, and may wander yet further away.
But my child, did you not know you are covered in many a prayer, each and every day.



As you go about your life, speaking jeering words, scornful, and shameful, it's true.
Mercy and grace has been prayed over you.



My child I love you very much, this you'll know in the end.
Your friends, one day you'll know which way they bend.



When in distress who will you call?
When you have taken a fall?



You my child will come to rescue you?
Will the friends you run with today, be to you so true?



One day my child, you'll look upon my grave.
Will you walk by and wave?



I have my friends. I must go my way.
Signing I'll say nothing as I know that soon will come that day...



Turning now, I must pray.
For a child who wishes to run fast astray...



Praying for you, praying for grace and mercy...
Someday, you'll see...