If I didn't meet up to your expectations, would you still be around?
Would you help lift me up if I fell face flat on the ground?
If I embedded myself with the wrong crowd, would you still love me despite, or would you jab me in the back with a cold long silver knife?
If I began to soar on eagles wings and get it in, would I then intimidate you?
Would you whisper behind my back saying I think I'm better than you?.
If I needed a hug rather than advice filled with wisdom would you share it, in my sorrow, could your opinion be spared?
If I took a risk that went beyound what your mind could fathom would you support me...
Or would you half heartily ask questions rhetorically?
If you wanna know why I turned to Jesus, I'll hold this testimony high.
He did all of the above and when he knew I couldn't do it, he came to earth to die.
Then he rose, an unconditional love I suppose. Now that's what a REAL friend is.