I treasure each friend that is true ,
Who stays with you when things are blue.
Let not a word misspoken cause dismay
And in the end have our parting ways.
Often it is but a mistake
But in silence it becomes the enemy.
Wave not a flag of distress
But see it for what it is, an error.
God knows how weak we are
And is always ready to forgive us.
If not and he was vindictive,
How few would enter heaven.
Love ya!
Jane