Hasn't he always wanted a friend
To stick close beside him through thick and through thin
And through all that encompasses those born again

Hasn't he always needed a friend
To help tend his wounds in the war against sin
And encourage him daily each battle to win

Isn't it night and isn't it day
When such a companion seems so far a way
Isn't it right when the friend comes to stay
And the Lord leads on

Hasn't he always hoped for a friend
To help and deliver protect and defend
And to live in the days of the life without end

From On Turning To Dust
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