Friends are never earned
they're a gift from the loving God
And they're precious
beyond human evaluation
But you dare not take them for granted
or they'll lift away like a smoke
And the warmth of their caring will vanish
into the chill of the endless nights
Most of my friends are unknowns they probably
won't even rate an obituary
Unless they live and die
in a small town
Somewhere where nothing
much ever happens
But a few of my friends
are big people
They'd made the word ring with laughter
down to this string of court
They're famous sensitive talented
and their names are household words
And yet they're no more precious in
God's eyes or in mine
Than those wonderful nobody's
who live and die in small towns
Who is your friend he's someone
who warms you with a nod
Or with an unspoken word in hard times
when you're hurting beyond words
Who is your friend he's someone
who holds you to her breast
And sighs softly into your hair when no
other medicine could possibly stop the pain
A friend is someone who clings
his glass against yours
Or answers the phone at three in the morning
when you're lost
And with a few words
of encouragement and concern
Makes you realize that
you're not really lost at all
Friends come in both sexes in all
shapes an d sizes
The most important thing they have
in common is their ability
To share with you your
most sky splitting joys
Or your deepest most spelling ol' some sor
rows for they're all your friends