When you’re down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night
If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you’ll hear me knocking at your door
Ain’t it good to know you got a friend
People can be so cold
They’ll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Don’t you let them
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
|George, you got friends
Hey my little man!
A year ago I took a train to London to meet you for the first time.
I’ll never forget the occasion.
Walking down Euston Road to see you, your Mummy and Daddy in a hospital next to Regent’s Park. So hot, as it is today.
After a while I retired to the pub opposite with your Dad and Uncle Jonathan and sat next to a couple of girls who were holding hands.
It was Gay Pride day in London.
The streets outside were chock a block with cross dressers and Gays, celebrating their individuality.
I may have forgotten this but for an ad I saw on the internet today.
George, you were born at a time when different cultures came out, and what I mean by that is that they were unafraid to say
“Look this is me. Accept what you see.”
I hope you accept all people you come across.
And I hope you will do your best to help those who can’t help themselves.
Right now there is a bloody awful dispute in Syria.
People are being slaughtered and forced to flee via a turbulent sea.
Many don’t make it
|This little mite had no friends
Praise God you will grow to be a man who wants to make a difference to those little mites who can’t help themselves.