Friend

I took a call today, from an older woman, from a church I used to attend...

Battle scared and bruised, but always on the mend...

With all the hocus pocus, who has gone astray?

Who's the one faithful, until they pass away?

No pride, or scorning: oozing love with ease...

Exalting the humble, bringing the proud to their knees..

The one bearing the scars, is a friend indeed.