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BUSY INSIDE



What a friend we have in Jesus,
That lasts longer than they tell us.
We grew up with that notion,
And it spread throughout the nation.

So I was in my room last night,
And I felt a shadow on sight.
It wasn't the holy spirit,
But my nephew Bright.

He attempted stepping aside,
When I pulled him to my side.
He said, Uncle let me wait outside,
For you are busy inside.

Come with me instead, I said
I'm just talking to my Jesus.
Since you just woke from bed,
Come let's do it together instead.

So we joined hands talking to Jesus,
And he has since not left our side.
What a friend you too can have in Jesus,
Closer than I can describe.

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