Angel In The Dark

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    Angel In The Dark

    ‘TWAS COLD AND RAINY AND VERY DARK,
    A VERY DISMAL NIGHT.
    THE ROAD WAS LONG AND LONELY
    AND VOID OF ANY LIGHT.
    A CAR WAS PARKED OFF TO THE SIDE
    WITH TAIL LIGHTS GLOWING BRIGHT.
    WE TRAVELLED PAST, A LITTLE WAY
    WHEN SOMETHING CAUGHT MY SIGHT.
    “STOP”, I SHOUTED, “WE MUST GO BACK!”
    I SENSED A SPECIAL NEED.
    HE STOPPED THE VAN AND BACKED IT UP.
    I’M SO GLAD HE AGREED,
    FOR STANDING THERE BESIDE THE CAR
    WAS AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE,
    WITH WET HAIR CLINGING TO HER FACE,
    AND SADNESS IN HER EYES.
    A SCARED CHILD, WET AND CONFUSED
    AND HURTING DEEP INSIDE.
    I HEARD A VOICE WITHIN MY HEAD,
    AND A TUGGING AT MY SIDE.
    IT SEEMED TO BE A SILENT VOICE
    TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.
    “YOU NEED TO HUG HER AND HOLD HER TIGHT
    AND DRAW HER CLOSE TO YOU.”
    SO I OBEYED AND TOOK THE CHILD
    AND HELD HER IN MY ARMS
    AND LET HER SOB AND POUR OUT HER HEART
    ‘TIL AT LAST SHE BECAME CALM.
    I FELT GOD’S LOVE FLOW THROUGH ME
    AS I COMFORTED THIS GIRL.
    I FELT HER LOVE RETURN TO ME
    AND SET MY HEART AWHIRL.
    GOD PLACED A SPECIAL BOND BETWEEN
    THIS LITTLE CHILD AND ME.
    MY LITTLE ANGEL IN THE DARK
    THAT JESUS SENT TO ME.
    “THANK YOU LORD, I FEEL SO BLESSED
    THAT YOU HAVE CHOSEN ME
    TO TOUCH THE HEART OF AN ANGEL.”
    ( THAT’S WHAT SARAH IS TO ME! )

    RUTH DOWNS
    MAY 2003
    DEDICATED TO SARAH MAUST
    MY ANGEL IN THE DARK

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    bluskyinthenite commented on Angel In The Dark

    04-16-2010

    MY LITTLE ANGEL IN THE DARK THAT JESUS SENT TO ME. What another lovely poem. you write so well. they run smoothly are very delightful. thank you very much. You are an Angle
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