Empty chairs and active tables,
smiling faces one by one,
pass by onto learning stables
we hope to spread His Son.
The day ever groweth longer
as the hours pass on by.
I am weak, but soon made stronger
as friends drop in and say hi.
The struggle was never about me
but for His growth on this campus.
Faces colored ever slightly
drawn on the Master’s great canvas.
He is with us in our approach
the hi’s, hello’s, a moment?
For us to speak without a reproach
to turn one into His proponent.
The last hour is fast coming
the bright rays shine down in furor.
Potential choirs are a-humming
at the task that we’ve endured.