Her Eyes

Her eyes, locked, stare through the glass, the tears fall;
Her heart aches for a friendship true , someone for sharing all.

Dear God! She cries, am I alone? you seem so far sometimes,
please give me strength, help me through;
But most of all dear Lord, please help me be like you.

Her Lord sees all and understands, He knows what is the best;
But sometimes she can’t see the good of His little tests.

To have a person to call dear, A friend, someone to love;
A fellow Christian brother or sister In the Heavenly Father above.

So many questions circle through this youths young mind;
And to feel alone in a secular world is how she feels, you’ll find.

A friends, dear Lord is that so much to ask?
To help tare down the walls she’s built, the walls—her mask.

Not so many years have marked her clock, but still she feels old
She needs a friend to be near, to have her stories told.

Her wants are for the world to be happy, for joy to fill each being;
She wishes, maybe she could be a reason for that feeling.

She wants not one to know of her heartaches, trials and tears;
She wants no one to find her a bother that is her worst fear.

She’s young and health, full of heart. But worries far too much;
Just lean on the Lord, she tells herself, You’ll feel His gentle touch.

She knows that God, is always near, never leaves her side;
He’ll keep her above the threatening waves that come in with the tide.

But God, sometimes you need a friend, someone on the land;
To share your feelings and the joy of Christ who is so grand!

She knows its true, that You are there;
A true friend to share with you is her only wish.

Her eyes, locked, stare through the glass. The tears fall;
Her heart aches for a friendship true, someone for sharing all.