Parched to the heart
With the need for fellowship
I wandered alone, save for God
(Thus truly never alone,
Yet still needful of
That quiet friendship,
The speaking of truth and love
Into my life
The iron sharpening iron,
The “refreshing” friend)
I wandered alone, save for God.
Quietly listening
To the quiet of my mind,
To the desert of my heart.
An oasis appears.
A true friend is
A cool breeze in a desert,
A breath of air in the stifling heat,
A sudden, sweet breeze
In the midst of the heat,
A cool drink of water
Amid great thirst.
Refreshed.
I straighten my shoulders,
Thank God for the respite--
For the friend He put in my path
At just the right moment
To keep me from despair--
And trudge on,
With a lighter heart,
To carry my boulder--
Refreshed to carry on.
“May the Lord grant mercy to the household of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me and was not ashamed of my chains, but when he arrived in Rome he searched for me earnestly and found me—may the Lord grant him to find mercy from the Lord on that day!—and you well know all the service he rendered at Ephesus.” 2 Timothy 1:16-18 [NIV] [Paul to Timothy, thanking God for people He has put in Paul’s life.]