Friendship

May I call you friend
Come winter, spring, summer or fall
A friend walks with me through them all
So, may I call you friend

May I call you friend
Come rain, wind, snow or hail
A friend would walk beside me up every hill
So, may I call you friend

May I call you friend
A friend would face what I face
Yes, they would do them all
So, may I call you friend

Dear Lord, I do not ask a lot
But may I ask for at least one
Or at most a few who would dare come close
Oh Lord, may I have a friend so true

This friend or friends, I would ask
That first off, they would be
Loyal and faithful to You
And then they would be a friend to me

So, may we begin a friendship
Is the cost too high
Death for the Lord
Was what He was willing to pay

To start a friendship with me
May I call you friend

By Peter C. Salmond

Friend

What an honor to be called friend
What a name to live up to
To gain a friend you first
Must be a friend

A friend will listen
When my heart is breaking
And will never blame me
For having a problem

A friend will stand up for me
When an enemy attacks
Taking the brunt of the blast
Shielding me when I am weak

A friend will rejoice with me
When I succeed at a hard task
But will also cry with me when I have failed
Then lending a shoulder to cry on

A friend is not afraid to give
To me wise counsel as needed
To keep me from making
A fool of myself

A friend will risk making me angry
If the need arises
In order to make things right
A friend is a friend at all times

The good, the bad, and the ugly times
A friend will be there through them all

By Peter C. Salmond

Revival Of The Heart

Fill this heart of mine
With an everlasting love
Loving those at hand
With your love

Lord, fill this heart of mine
That I might show that kind of love
To those who need their souls rekindled
With your mighty saving love

Yes, fill this heart of mine
Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within
A fire ablaze and hard to contain
With a far reaching gracious love

Fill up my cup to over flow
That I might be a harbor, a cove
A resting place in a time of need
Were the weary can drink in your love

So Lord, lift me up, let me stand
Leading the way to your throne
So many may come to the promised land
Making these choices their own

By Peter C. Salmond

Under His Wings

Under His wings, under His wings I rest
It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow
My heart hungrily turns to the best
For under His wings it finds it can rest

Under His wings, oh, under His wings
When this earth has no strength for my healing
There I find comfort and strength through the tests
For it is there under His wings I can rest

Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest
For my God holds me close in His arms
As I lean on His everlasting breast
For it is under His wings that I rest

My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks, for this is the
Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18

By Peter C. Salmond

The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital. I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life. This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.