When troubles come your soul to try
you love a friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there’s nothing he can do;
the thing is strictly up to you
for there are troubles all your own
and paths the soul must tread alone,
bad times when love can’t smooth the road,
nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend,
who will stand by until the end,
whose sympathy through all endures,
whose warm handclasp is always yours
it helps somehow to pull you through,
although there’s nothing he can do.
And so with fervent heart we cry:
‘God bless the friend who just stands by.’
Hope you enjoy this little poem I found in “Our Daily Bread” – August 1, 1976 issue.