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 didnít 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 mortalís hope,

For bridges that are burned.

My own time too, on earth will pass,

And someday Iíll be free,

To join you there in Heaven in,

The chair youíve saved for me.


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