In These Chairs

What would we talk about, sitting in these chairs?

Would I share my heart of deep longings and dreams, or 

what's stressing me out and causing me to ravel at the seams.

Would I tell you I'm happy and content with my life, or

that I sometimes want to quit and no longer fight the good fight.

Would I giggle and laugh telling stories you already know, or

would I grumble and complain letting my negative words flow.


I don't know, but . . .

I hope I would first thank You for Your love,
the love that caused You to leave Your home far above.


I hope I would tell You I'm sorry for wasted words and deeds,
deeds that could have been used to help others be free.


I hope I would cry tears of joy and thanksgiving,
for because of You I can have a life of abundant living.


There's so much I would want to take time to ask You 
as our voices glide over the water so blue.


But most of all I think I would want to slip out of my chair,
and sit at Your feet with Your hand laying gently on my hair.


For at your feet, head resting in your lap 
is where I would rather be,
For I know after being in Your presence, it's ALL about You, 
and not about me.


What would you talk about, sitting in these chairs?


"You make known to me the path of life;
 in Your presence there is fullness of joy; . . ." (Psa. 16:11). Click to Tweet