"Please," the man said, "If you wouldn't mind" And at first I believed he was thoughtful and kind He pondered a moment, then pointed to where A rustic old bench sat under the stair "There are others whose dress is better selected Whose hair and accoutrements are more keenly collected But you may observe and keep watch from that place A distance apart from the revelers' gaze" Although his words pierced as a sword through my soul I timidly moved to my place in the hole Knowing I never would join in the fray And the bench became my companion that day My ragged appearance could not match the rest Yet my heart beat the same inside of my chest As I stroked the rough planks of the bench where I waited My dream of acceptance would not this day be sated Countless long hours the bench was my friend Neither shame nor my loneliness came to an end For my eyes held no beauty, my gait showed no grace The bench's cruel judgment was etched on my face 'Til one day a man came and looked into my eyes Smiled, took my hand in His, to my surprise He led me so tenderly, whispered, "There's more," And I feared He might ask me to sit on the floor I could not still my heart from its penitent race As He tenderly pulled back the hair from my face "You are lovely," He said.
"It is so clear to me, "You are patient and gentle and kind as could be.
" I gasped in His presence, it was clear He had seen Every tear I had wept, every anguishing dream And He smiled and He pointed to the front of the hall Before all of the guests who had come to His ball "You will never again sit away from the throng On that horrid old bench where you do not belong For you are my princess, honored and blessed From now 'til forever you'll be properly dressed "You have not been forgotten, you have not been alone I have seen you seated back there from My throne Receive all I have for you, my darling, my prize Today I will relish the light in your eyes" How tragic to see, if I only had known The bench was a stop on my way to His throne I'd have held my head high, been proud of my name For the bench and my beauty were never the same Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
"It is so clear to me, "You are patient and gentle and kind as could be.
" I gasped in His presence, it was clear He had seen Every tear I had wept, every anguishing dream And He smiled and He pointed to the front of the hall Before all of the guests who had come to His ball "You will never again sit away from the throng On that horrid old bench where you do not belong For you are my princess, honored and blessed From now 'til forever you'll be properly dressed "You have not been forgotten, you have not been alone I have seen you seated back there from My throne Receive all I have for you, my darling, my prize Today I will relish the light in your eyes" How tragic to see, if I only had known The bench was a stop on my way to His throne I'd have held my head high, been proud of my name For the bench and my beauty were never the same Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved