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FRIENDS
By Clyde Chess
I have known several men I am pleased to call my friend,
There is one among those men – not many stand with him.
We've sort of kindred spirits and just see things eye to eye;
Whether aggravated or aggravating, kindred souls don't die.
We've rode the seas, climbed a mountain's crest, and crossed the prairies like a lawn,
We've gone other places too – just where ever friends go, we've gone.
We've felt mad, glad or sad; many are the feelings that we've felt.
We've itched and scratched –just whatever friends feel, we've felt.
We've hunted, fished, and played – oh, gosh, we've had our fun.
We've hurt, worked and sweat; all the things friends do we've done.
He's said "I'm wrong" or "I'm right, you're crazy in the head!"
Or "I'm sorry," "I love ya," the things friends will say, he's said.
We've spent hours together, not a word between this friend and me;
We were just quietly content to be in each others company.
We may have climbed a mountain trail, and I'd be falling back
He'd just wait till I caught up, then onward track in track.
Or maybe I would be up there in the lead,
And I'd wait on him, and then together, we'd proceed.
His trail took him to town, and there is a country place on mine;
Though our trails are different, they have always intertwined
Every boy needs a friend like the special friend I had;
I didn't call him "friend," I just called him "Dad."
Lots of thing changed as getting older gave way to being old.
It was hard as the years came and went, and each one took it's toll.
But some things never change—it's the same for all of time.
You can chisel this in stone, "My dad was a friend of mine."
I was in grade school at the time, when the invitation was given after church, and Dad told me that he thought he would "go shake hand with the preacher." He told the congregation that he had accepted Christ as savior. Christ changed his life. Christ has changed my life and he can change yours too. Today would be a good day. Have yourselves a good Sunday mornin'.
By Clyde Chess
I have known several men I am pleased to call my friend,
There is one among those men – not many stand with him.
We've sort of kindred spirits and just see things eye to eye;
Whether aggravated or aggravating, kindred souls don't die.
We've rode the seas, climbed a mountain's crest, and crossed the prairies like a lawn,
We've gone other places too – just where ever friends go, we've gone.
We've felt mad, glad or sad; many are the feelings that we've felt.
We've itched and scratched –just whatever friends feel, we've felt.
We've hunted, fished, and played – oh, gosh, we've had our fun.
We've hurt, worked and sweat; all the things friends do we've done.
He's said "I'm wrong" or "I'm right, you're crazy in the head!"
Or "I'm sorry," "I love ya," the things friends will say, he's said.
We've spent hours together, not a word between this friend and me;
We were just quietly content to be in each others company.
We may have climbed a mountain trail, and I'd be falling back
He'd just wait till I caught up, then onward track in track.
Or maybe I would be up there in the lead,
And I'd wait on him, and then together, we'd proceed.
His trail took him to town, and there is a country place on mine;
Though our trails are different, they have always intertwined
Every boy needs a friend like the special friend I had;
I didn't call him "friend," I just called him "Dad."
Lots of thing changed as getting older gave way to being old.
It was hard as the years came and went, and each one took it's toll.
But some things never change—it's the same for all of time.
You can chisel this in stone, "My dad was a friend of mine."
I was in grade school at the time, when the invitation was given after church, and Dad told me that he thought he would "go shake hand with the preacher." He told the congregation that he had accepted Christ as savior. Christ changed his life. Christ has changed my life and he can change yours too. Today would be a good day. Have yourselves a good Sunday mornin'.
