Sunday, September 28, 2014

My Bench

A bench sits in the entry way
To welcome weary guests
To beckon them to stop and stay
And linger in our nest

The bench is meant to bear much weight
For once it was a pew
Where faithful men and women prayed
And worshiped Jesus, too

But my son has another aim
For the bench that I love
And so the squatter has staked his claim
I fear he will not budge

Alas! Chandler a locker lacks
And so, as you can see
His school day lands in clumsy stacks
Upon my bench indeed.

1 comment:

  1. Ah! But the bench could alsoremind you of the 100s of guests, who paused there to unload physical burdens but left later with their spiritual burdens lifted.