Make Room For Angels

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, consumed, 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 in the church, at last he saw the light, his broken spirit was renewed and soared to greater height. 'Make Room For Angels' was the text the pastor gave that day, the stricken man found peace at last and found the strength to say, "At last my grief has gone to rest, my thanks for your concern, all your toil and effort I'll reciprocate in turn."