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PROMISED A FRIEND
There used to be someone missing
when I was very small,
I felt I had made a promise yet I could
never really recall
Where and to whom this promise of
mine was made.
I felt if I did not keep it somehow
a friend would be left afraid.
One night I had a dream of times
long before I was born,
As a spirit child I played before
gaining an earthly form,
There were a few of us who felt just
as though we were one.
It was me who would find and tell her
all the Lord had done.
I did not know a name, yet the spirit face
I could often see,
Would I recognize it now when
clothed in mortality?
I did promise that friend I would
be the one to set her free.
As I remembered the promise, I wondered
if the friend would be found.
Then one day across a busy room
my heart gave a bound,
Do I know you I asked with a quiver
in my excited voice,
Have we met before? I wanted to let
my searching heart rejoice.
We chatted my hopes began to
whither and fade,
Your name should have been Joyce
I said as I prayed,
Tell me how you know my name when
we have never met
The gospel truth was told then
a teaching date set.
I knew I could keep that promise
I made a long time ago
To my dear, sweet spirit friend
for the Lord told me so.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 23, 2002