The Empty Chair
Sad
times are now upon me,
As I stare at the empty
space,
Where in the past I used to
see,
Your bright and smiling
face.
God chose to call you home and
though
I didn’t think it
time,
My grief was overwhelming,
Filled far reaches of my
mind.
The empty chair, that sits there
now,
Awaiting your
return,
Is nothing more, than a mortal’s
hope,
For bridges that are
burned.
My own time too, on earth will
pass,
And someday I’ll be
free,
To join you there in Heaven
in,
The chair you’ve saved for me.
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