There’s an empty chair at the table Where my child once used to sit When we all broke bread together A family whole and fit There’s an empty place in the photo As his siblings celebrate Without him again, missing him in The memories they create There’s an empty stocking at Christmas Another year far from home Joy with tarnished edges As the wayward one still roams There’s an empty place in my heart That longs to be peaceful, content Praying my child heeds the call of Christ But fearing he’ll never repent And so goes the song - it goes on and on - Of a godly mother’s heart Life’s full of empty moments Her prodigal’s sin imparts Until our knees and hearts are raw We pray and pray again A thousand tears we offer up “How long, O Lord?” and “When?” And the Father who once welcomed us home - For we were His prodigals too - Says, “Come and rest, and stand the test, My grace is sufficient for you.”
