As I sit here, and I think of the possibility
That someone may choose to occupy
The empty seat next to me
I can only wonder what would come
Through such a simple act
And how my life may be touched
And even changed in fact
No one has chosen this spot in a while,
But I guess I can see why
Since all they prob’ly see in me
Is a quiet, self-centered guy
And a man who's only interests
Are music and the sky
I look ahead two seats now
And ponder so intensely
What I might possibly do
If she would sit here by me
Would I find a friend or maybe more?
My emotions overtake me
Then, once again, I turn my head
To see who now sits by me
And all I find, as usual,
Is another empty seat
Even still, I have Christ Jesus
He'll fill this empty seat
Even if none other is there
He always will be
-James E. Tucker, January 3, 2008