The Empty Chair

This chair knows all my heartaches,
Itís where I sit to pray.
It also knows my heart's desires,
As I begin each day.

Itís in this chair that I recall,
Sitting on my Granddadís knee.
He told me of our Fatherís love;
Read the Bible to me.

He taught me to disregard when,
Unkind words I hear.
He comforted and drew me close.
And wiped away my tear.

He was a plain and simple man,
With a love for all others.
Treated all with great respect as,
God said they were his Brothers.

This old chair is dear to me,
Fond memories it does bring.
Of days I canít bring back but,
It makes my heart still sing!

© southbreeze

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