I wrote this poem many years ago,remembering what I now realize was Jesus at age seven.I don't remember if this was for real or just a dream,but I can still see the vision pretty vividly.I was just abused,went outside,looked up while crying & there was Jesus in the clouds with His arms stretched out dressed in a white robe with a shining light all around Him.I have only heard very little about this Jesus.Rather a dream or a true vision,I will never forget that day when I needed a friend and Jesus was there.

                                                  GREATEST FRIEND

WHOSE THAT LITTLE GIRL

WITH TEARS IN HER EYES

SITTING OUT ON HER PORCH

LOOKING UP TOWARDS THE SKYS.

SHES TALKING TO SOMEONE

WHO?I CAN'T SEE.

SHES TELLING THEM EVERYTHING

IN CONFIDENTUALLITY.

SHE SOUNDS SO GROWN UP

BUT LOOKS TO BE ABOUT SEVEN.

YET SHES TELLING THIS SOMEONE EVERYTHING

THIS SOMEONE MUST LIVE IN HEAVEN.

I REMEMBER JESUS LOOKING UP

WHEN ON THE CROSS,TEARS IN HIS EYES.

HE WAS TALKING TO THE FATHER

CRYING OUT TO HIM,AND THEN HE DIES.

THIS LITTLE GIRL MUST HAVE DIED TOO

DAY BY DAY,YEAR BY YEAR.

DYING EVERY DAY TO THE WORLD

WHILE HOLDING ON TO HER FRIEND SO DEAR.

HE SHOWED HER THINGS SHE NEVER KNEW,

TOOK HER PLACES SHES NEVER BEEN

REMOVED HER WOUNDS BUT LEFT HER SCARS

SO THAT SHE'D NEVER FORGET,HER GREATEST FRIEND.

                                                                                   Linda Knight