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The following was written by a man that I feel very fortunate to know. He has become a base of comfort to me when the world around me is not right. As a friend, I love him with all my heart, and I hope him all the best in the world. It is because of this man that I know that Angels do exist.






Dear Friend




Dear friend,

I just had to send you a note to tell you how much I love you. I saw you talking to your frined yesterday and waited all day hoping that you would want to talk to me also. As evening drew near, I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you. I waited. You never did call on me. Oh, yes, It hurts; but I still love you.

I have many gifts for you. This morning you awakened late and rushed about your work with no thoughts of me, and my tears joined the rain. Today you looked sad. I wanted to touch you and let you know I was near, but I didn't.

It makes my heart ache to see you so sad. I understand what it is like when friends hurt you and let you down. My friends have done that many times. I will love you no matter what. If you would only stop long enough to listen to me when I speak to you.

I seak to you in the blue sky and the green grass. I whisper my love on the trees. I breathe my love in the scent of the flowers. I shout it in the mountain streams. I sing in the birds songs. I clothe you in the warmth of the sunshine, and I give perfume to scent the air you breathe. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and bigger than the biggest want or need. If only you knew how much I want to walk and talk with you. We could spend an eternity together in Heaven. I know how difficult it is living in your world. I really do know.

I want you to meet my father. He can help you. My father is like that, you know. Please come and talk to me, anytime. I have so much to share with you. You are free to choose me. It is your decision. I have chosen you, and I will wait... Because I love you.

Your Friend

Jesus Christ


WRITTEN BY:

Ricky K. Lloyd



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