I can’t wait to get on the road again,
To see the smiles of my dear friends.
Through miles and time, our hearts stay near,
Their voices like music I long to hear.

No treasure shines, no gold compares,
To the love a faithful friendship shares.
For friends are gifts — pure, tried, and true,
A glimpse of heaven in all we do.

So I’ll pack my bags, my heart so light,
Chasing laughter into the night.
For wealth may fade and fame will end 
But priceless is the heart of a friend.

For His Glory
MarkWaldrop