For anyone who’s never truly had a dad, or who’s missing their dad…
“My Father’s Chair” by David Meece (whose father was plagued by alcoholism).
“Sometimes at night, I’d lie awake
Longing inside for my father’s embrace
Sometimes at night, I’d wander downstairs
And pray he’d returned, but no one was there.
Oh, how I’d cry – a child all alone
Waiting for him to come home.
My father’s chair sat in an empty room
My father’s chair, covered with sheets of gloom
My father’s chair, through all the years
And all the tears, I cried in vain
No one was there in my father’s chair.”
—
“Sometimes at night, I sit all alone
Drifting asleep in a chair of my own
When sweet, sleepy eyes peer down from the hall
Frightened by dreams they cannot recall
Holding them close, calming their fears
Praying they always will say
‘My father’s chair sits in a loving room
My father’s chair, no matter what I do
My father’s chair, through all the years
And all the tears, I need not fear
Love’s always there in my father’s chair;.”
—
“Sometimes at night, I dream of a throne
of my loving God, calling me home
And as I appear, he rises and smiles
Reaches with love to welcome his child
Never to cry, never to fear
In his arms, safe and secure.
My father’s chair sits in a royal room.
My father’s chair holds glory beyond the tomb
My father’s chair, my God is there
And I am his eternal heir
Someday I’ll share my Father’s chair.”
If you’re depressed, or struggle with any aspect of mental health…
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Find a psychiatrist here.
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