The Broken Chair
by Randy Nelsen
I Had a Broken Chair
I Sat in it all Day
It sat On my Front Porch and Watched
The Seasons Pass away
It was very Cold Outside
Sitting in my Broken Chair
But No matter How Cold It Got
You could Always Find Me there
Then one day I heard a noise
A Deep and Booming Sound
It was not from my chair
I heard It all Around
A Voice that Spoke to me
Like a Thousand Singing Brooks
It Pierced my Wooden Chair
My breath was suddenly Took
My Son, My Son, My Son
It Said
It Said
Why are you Sitting there?
Why are you still sitting
In A Broken Chair
Stand up My Son and Know
You have no need to Fear
It is My blood that Freed you
From your Broken Chair
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