An Angel Came To Roberts Hall

An angel sat at the foot of my bed And laid his hand upon my leg After I fell asleep from a night of tears In a lonely hell and fetal position. I never saw his face or form, But I felt God's overwhelming peace And the place where his hand had lain. In the morning when I woke afresh, I saw the place where my angel sat; Realizing that the next year would hold The answer to my loud cries and tears, I made my bed and packed my bags And unlocked my bare room door. Going outside, I felt born again again Thanking God for Roberts Hall's womb. My First Year at Shorter College