‘Yes, yes!’ says the ‘friend’
Not calling out my façades
Not pointing out my faults
But faithful friends wound with care
Calling the bluffs
Gently rebuking sin residing
Without air of judgment
But in the Spirit of truth.
Never easy, far more facile
To simply not say a word
Couched behind being a ‘friend’
Lord surround me with faithful friends
Friends who wound with care.
Help is needed to swallow pride
To listen to rebuking words
Words for my good, as tough as it seems.
And Lord make me a faithful friend!
Free from haughty judgment
But bold to say things as they are
In love, for their good & for You.