I love you for being a true friend to me;
For all of my faults that you choose not to see.
I’m grateful I have you to lend me a hand,
When I feel bogged down, and can’t meet time’s demand.
But mostly I love you for just being there
To talk to, to listen, to show that you care.
I’ll always be thankful that God chose to send
His Angel to bless me — ’tis you, my dear Friend.

~Betty Jo Mings~