-The Old Man in the Chair-( National Day of Prayer)
by Bryan MilesThere once was a man
Some considered a square
Who sat by the window
In an easy chair
He gazed at the sky
In a solemn stare
Any passers-by
Were in for a scare
His hair stood straight out
Almost had its own flair
His spectacles were cracked
Each and every pair
Some said he was eccentric
Some sort of an heir
But, go up to his door?
Well, no one would dare
A sign in his yard
BOLD in letters, BEWARE
His house was in shambles
In need of repair
The shutters, barely hanging
And creaky, each stair
In his yard stood a tree
Barren branches, one pear
All the weeds in the county
You guessed it, right there
Tile steps up the walkway
Were scattered, each square
He was lonely, this man
Though none were aware
One day a small toddler
Hugging a bear
Was chasing a balloon
That he got from the fair
It floated in the breeze
And I think you know where
Right up to the window
Old man in the chair
At first the man squinted
For a sighting was rare
He never saw a soul
For no one would dare
Come up to his window
Near his home, anywhere
But there stood a child
There he was, yes, right there
The next thing that happened
Well, none could prepare
The child wrote a message
With a fresh puff of air
With his fingers on the window
And a child's loving care
The child drew a heart
Near the old man's glare
A single little tear
Plopped down on his chair
And what happened next?
Well, nothing could compare
The little boy bolted
Straight up the stair
He put his arms around
The old man in the chair
His heart filled with warmth
Sort of medium-rare
God knows what we need
When the devil lays a snare
He wasn't so abnormal
The old man in the chair
There are plenty of hurting people
With weeds everywhere
God's eyes search the earth
And He's fully aware
He sees each broken heart
And He hears every prayer...
Bryan Miles c. 05-02-13
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