Poezie The Little Angel

It was at a town revival,

Filled with the Holy Ghost,

She must have been an angel,

Sent down from the heavenly host.



I just sat there and watched her,

As she struggled up the aisle.

The distance with her tiny steps,

Must have seemed a mile.



She was an inspiration,

And it touched my heart so deep,

When I saw her little body,

All I could do was weep.



She was so small in stature,

With little crutches on each side.

But her face just seemed to sparkle,

With a smile so big and wide.



She was going to the altar,

To receive a special touch,

From the One who had sustained her,

And that she loved so much.



I could feel the power,

That was carrying her along.

The grace of a God so loving,

Yet powerful, and strong.



And as she walked right by me,

On her journey to the front,

I realized I was too proud,

To do as she had done.



It humbled me and broke me,

And I asked the Lord above,

To forgive me for my foolish pride,

And to fill me with His love.



I knew that God had sent her,

Just for me to see.

I knew that I had failed Him,

And not been what I should be.



He had sent this little angel,

To break my hardened heart,

And I realized my time had come,

To make a brand new start.



I’m thankful the little angel,

Made her way along my path,

Specially chosen by the Father,

To refresh, and...

renew my faith.



It was at a town revival,

Filled with the Holy Ghost,

She must have been an angel,

Sent down from The heavenly host.