He Is My Friend

WHO IS HE, ANYWAY?


I didn't pick him, and he didn't pick me,

But somehow through God's gratious workings, it happened.

He doesn't always make a very good cast when we fish together,

But he casts his net and touches the souls of thousands.

He doesn't have a lot of wealth, but he would give all he has to save me.

He's not the most brilliant person , but his wisdom is profound.

He's not the most handsome person on the planet,

But he is radiant in his love for others.

He is not the most eloquent in the nation,

But he has no trouble conveying his love for others.

He doesn't hear well anymore, but you know he's listening.

He has less hair, and its more gray,

But with his smile, he stands out in a croud.

His joints now creak like many of us, but he is there when you need him.

His eyesight is failing, but he always sees your pain.

What makes our friendship so great?

I need him. And he needs me. There is no hidden agenda.

Who is this profound person I call when I need someone?

He is Bob Haynes. And I love him, because -

He is my Friend.


Don Cohagan, Christmas 2005