My immortal friend is with me every day. Whenever I feel alone, he is always there beside me. Whenever I’m in trouble, he is always there for me. When I ignore him and forget him he is always waiting for me with his arms open wide.
He’ll tell me when I’ve screwed up, when I’ve hurt someone, even by accident. My immortal friend is wise. Whenever I need advice from him, he always answers me no matter how much I pest him. He’s always listening. And though I’ve grown older and I’ve changed he remains the same yesterday, today and forever.
I don’t think I can ever life without him. My immortal friend is that important to me. He is with me not only during all my successes, but also my failures. When I become afraid and I walk under the shadow of doubt, his rod and his staff they guide me. When I need a shoulder to cry on, he offers two.
And life goes on, as the light guides my path. My immortal friend assures me and gives me strength for today and a bright hope for tomorrow. This is natural.
My immortal friend is the hope of the nations, and he is guiding ever still and I will not waver in his presence. He wants to speak to you. He’s knocking at the door.
Are you going to respond to his call?
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