THE EMPTY CHAIR <br /> <br /> Every Holiday, we're greeted <br />By that ever empty chair. <br />Your place is always plated <br />In hopes that You are there. <br /> <br />Some say, You weren't invited, <br />But this day is just for You, <br />With prayers of thanks and blessings <br />And this invitation, Oh! So true. <br /> <br />A table sat for nine <br />When only eight are there <br />For this day in our lives, <br />With You, we want to share. <br /> <br />And when we laugh, or eat, or drink, <br />Each moment shared again; <br />Then I know that You have joined us <br />And each time.... I say Amen. <br /> <br />Author: Carolyn Ford Witt <br /> <br />12-17-06 <br />By Ms. Caroline <br /> <br /> <br />© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)<br /><br />Carolyn Ford Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-empty-chair-4/
