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