God, Please, Save My Friends

Wow, it's been a while! I really need to get back to this.
Anyways; hope you enjoy!
And, as always,
May this make you think,
Jen

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They're my friends;

A shelter from this broken world. 

The shelter leaks when the storm howls 

The beams crack

The wood rots 

The shelter collapses

Because it was built on a worldly foundation

They're my friends,

Drowning in the raging ocean,

While thinking that they still holiday 

On the calm waves.

The rock I stand on is still

But they flounder. 

I long to run to them, but they still don't believe their drowning. 

They're my friends. 

I stand on the rock

And they on the sand,

Inviting me in. 

The yoke around my neck 

Pulls me closer, off of the rock. 

But it is thrown off, and I am gently brought back to the rock. 

They're my friends,

Yet their yoke is painful. 

The pull hurts. 

They hurt. 

But they're still my friends. 

And I still love them. 

They're my friends;

I love them. 

They like me. 

They don't know why I don't follow the pull. 

They call me different,

Idiotic,

Foolish,

A believer in a fairy tale

Well not with words. 

But actions are always louder, after all. 

They're my friends.

I love them. 

But I can't help them. 

My hand is outstretched,

But they won't take it. 

They're my friends. 

I'd give my life for theirs. 

Jesus did for me. 

So even though they slay me,

I will love them and pray 

"God please; save my friends."