Carolyn Ford Witt - THE EMPTY CHAIR

THE EMPTY CHAIR

Every Holiday, we're greeted
By that ever empty chair.
Your place is always plated
In hopes that You are there.

Some say, You weren't invited,
But this day is just for You,
With prayers of thanks and blessings
And this invitation, Oh! So true.

A table sat for nine
When only eight are there
For this day in our lives,
With You, we want to share.

And when we laugh, or eat, or drink,
Each moment shared again;
Then I know that You have joined us
And each time.... I say Amen.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

12-17-06
By Ms. Caroline


© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)

Carolyn Ford Witt

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