DAY 3: THE EMPTY CHAIR

An open door led to a dimly lit room.

Its four-paned window welcomed the final hours of sunlight beaming swirling dust particles that filled the air.

The empty chair was there

Beneath the wooden clock.

It was where I chose to sit and stare;

Then, quietly, I began to rock.

The seat was short and round,

Not made for sitting long,

It was just a chair for thinking

About life and all its wrongs.

I found myself still yearning for

A love that has no fear,

To suddenly be viewing

My flesh was no longer there.

‘Twas bones I saw without the flesh

Resting on that wooden chair,

Calling my attention

To a message I had to hear.

The message was the gospel

that speaks to hearts that seek                                

An answer to the fear, the hurt,

And issues that make it weak.

My forever grace is with you

And mercy is new every day,

To lead you to My purpose

Each and every step of the way.

Until you sit there satisfied

Content with just My plan,

You’ll rise up from the wooden chair

And still won’t understand.

I am Spirit, says the Lord

And jealous for more time,

I purchased you for Me and

You will always be my child.

My eyes looked up

4:18 on the clock!

God’s met me once again.

His perfect love drives out all fear.

Compelled to now release my pain,

I left my fear on the empty chair.         

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