Make Room For An Angel
Toiling hard from dawn to dusk
he tilled his barren lands
and struggled with an anguished heart
with blisters on his hands.
A savage storm, a killer twister
took his homestead and his wife,
screams and roars, a shattered landscape
robbed him of his urge for life.
Rescue teams and willing helpers,
no one could assuage his grief,
his son’s and daughter’s words of solace
failed to give him sweet relief.
Embittered, he lost strength and hope,
the pillars of his fortitude,
he watched as others scraped and clawed,
absorbed in morbid solitude.
The town took shape, and quick became
a tribute to their steadfastness,
their place of worship now complete,
the perfect place for homelessness.
Still deep in darkness, sitting there,
at last he saw the light,
his broken spirit was renewed
and soared to greater height.
“Make Room For An Angel” was the text
the pastor gave that day,
he wept to see his wife at peace,
his sorrow swept away.
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