The Coat
By W. T. Weatherly
There is an old coat
That I have worn for many winters.
It hangs within my closet
Like an old friend...
Waiting patiently...
Never complaining.
When winter comes there are newer coats
More fashionable...
More presentable...
But when it's really cold,
When the world stops and changes
As nature turns its fiercest,
I bring out the old coat...
The proven one
That molds itself to me
With accustomed comfort.
The one I call my "Lord" is like that coat.
In my mind I know that He is always there...
Waiting patiently...
Never complaining.
But when I really need him
When the world stops and changes
He is always there
Strong...comforting...true....
© 1995 W. T. Weatherly