The Empty Chair
We gather here, a class once more,
To reminiscence, like years before, Upon the days and joys we knew, before our school-aged time was through, Yet, as we meet, with memories near, We think of those, always held dear, Our friends and classmates - passed away
To be with God, every school day. They sit at desks, resting on clouds, Surrounded by angelic crowds, where they shall be forevermore
The friends and schoolmates we adore, they will be with us in every prayer. Until the day, we join them there, within the walls of Heavens class, Where friendships formed shall always last. Until that hour, we join again
An empty chair, we will maintain, In honor of the life-long bond we forged with those now passed beyond. The friends with whom we learned lifes truth, Whose bonds lasted far from our youth, And shall remain forever near,
When we gather - year after year.