H.B. Ryan.


when I first met you I was jealous.
who is this guy?
why does everyone I know, know him?
why don’t I?
who is this guy?
okay, he can sing
I guess we can be friends.

years passed, songs were sang and played.
together.
we both messed up our lives.
we fell apart.
then you left.
I guess we can’t be friends.

years passed, I decided to do ministry.
college found us.
earlier hurts never let me forgive.
every presence set hairs on edge.
we both messed up our lives.
we fell apart.
then you left.
I guess we can’t be friends.

years passed, I became religious.
life found us.
never really got over our pasts.
tried to overlook everything.
one tiny mistake, one letter later
then you left.
I thought I was right.

years passed, I was wrong.
God found us.
with help from a friend
and the car crash that kept me.
because a place of such passion.
because our God restored us.
I was wrong.
you returned.
Thank God I was wrong.

I’ve never seen such restoration
as through our friendship.
I thank you for forgiving me.
I was wrong about you.
I thank God for you
and that I was wrong.


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