Quiet Hour

When trouble comes to test your soul,
you learn to love the friend who stays.
Perhaps there’s nothing they can do—
the burden still belongs to you.

For some roads must be walked alone,
and some pains cling to you as your own.
There are moments love can’t smooth the path,
nor friendship lift the weight you bear.

But knowing there is one true friend
who stands beside you to the end—
whose quiet sympathy endures,
whose steady hand is always yours—

it helps, somehow, to pull you through,
though there is nothing they can do.
And so, with grateful hearts, we cry:
God bless the friend who stood nearby.