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.