An empty chair beside his bed,
An old man lay alone.
He thought of all that he had done,
And how he could atone.
He did not know the words to use,
To speak to God above.
A Priest once said you only need,
To speak your words with love.
Place a chair beside your bed,
And Christ will sit with you.
Never fear, He knows your truth,
He knows just what to do.
Every night the man did try,
To speak to Him above.
He spoke his truths and his woes,
He spoke it all with love.
The chair beside him spoke one night,
And asked if it was time.
“Come with me and be at peace,
Together we will climb.”
“To heights untold where angels sing,
My Father waits with pride.
Hold my hand and we will fly,
The world will have to bide.”
The sun did rise to greet the day,
And our hero breathed his last.
Content of heart and smiling lips,
He took the hand as asked.