Faithful friends who wound with care

‘Yes, yes!’ says the ‘friend’

Not calling out my façades

Not pointing out my faults

But faithful friends wound with care

Calling the bluffs

Gently rebuking sin residing

Without air of judgment

But in the Spirit of truth.

Never easy, far more shallow

To simply not say a word

Couched behind being a ‘friend’

Lord, surround me with faithful friends

Friends who wound with care.

Help is needed to swallow pride

To listen to rebuking words

Words for my good, as tough as it seems.

And Lord, make me a faithful friend!

Free from haughty judgment

But bold to say things as they are

In love, for their good, and for You.