In my home in heaven
always will be found
a confortable chair
for a friend to sit down.
A basin of warm water
to wash his tired feet
and a place at my table
with plenty to eat.
I’d patiently listen
if he wanted to talk
and I’d be right beside him
if he wanted to walk.
A soft and warm blanket
if he needed to rest
and if he needed directions
I’d sure do my best.
A heartfelt and warm greeting
when he knocks at my door
and a tearful goodbye
when he can’t stay anymore.