By: JMT

My Fathers Chair

That found its home in his study
In mind it's disposition remains there
As I sense his presence, dutiful, and sturdy

The grace and mercy he discovered
He now resting from his labor
You feel his love; those through Christ he recovered
So many broken lives he touched who now rest on Jordan's harbor

I treasure that chair as a golden chalice
As it now rest on my dais seeking the weary
Helping the lost; find a home in God's palace.
I can nearly touch my fathers mercy as he toiled; turning stony hearts; merry.