My eyes begin to sink behind the iron lids
The many seats before me blur to gray
The backs of the heads fade away til one remains
Just the one head turns to face me
Loving eyes and understanding
Rises and walks while all stands still
And sits beside me smiling
We sit and talk and laugh a little
We read my Bible for a while
His gentle hand mine holds softly
His voice like lullaby is lulling
Peace and quiet are his eyes
"Amen" and smile on my face
A nudge from the side and a purse hits my head
Muttered apology and weakened knees
Wobbling to the back door
Glancing back up to the altar
Seeing that one head smile still
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