I see them
With
sparkling spoons, forks and plates.
Shimmering wines,
Dazzling candlelight,
Glassy
tables with the savory feast.
They wear
elegance-
Embroidered
garments,
Glass shoes
Dancing with
splendid music
And they
enjoyed there
Just behind
the ornate walls
Of the
diamond castle.
With these I
say-
With these,
they must have a party.
But I-
With rusted
spoons and forks
And
shattered plates,
Weakened
beer
And the
worn-out gas lamp,
With the
barren soul
And my
ragged clothes,
The chanting
wind chimes,
The rotten
fruit,
With these I
say-
With these,
I can have a party.
The stars
Would smile
with me,
The wind
Would whisper
to me,
The burning
coals would give me warmth,
The faded
blanket would give relief.
And the dark
sky
Would prosper
the night,
The clutter
Would watch
me through.
This cat
would slumber with me,
The cricket
would sing the lullaby.
With these I
say-
With these, I
can have a party.
And I have-
Pages of the
Holy Bible
To feed my
soul,
A sincere
prayer
To guide me
through the night.
And accompanied
by a Friend-
A Mighty
Savior,
A Healer,
The Living
God
To dance
with ‘till dawn.
With these I
say,
With these,
I have a party.
