The Country Angel

THE COUNTRY ANGEL He came dressed in clean pressed jeans A leather vest and a matching leather hat Though he was someone we'd never seen No one seemed to think much of that He was carrying a beat-up guitar case He asked, "Is this where the Bible study is?" Someone told him, "Yes", downstairs We'll begin around sevenish All were gathered, thirty or so We opened with a word of prayer The man in the leather vest and hat Was kindly just standing there The host asked if he would like to play The guitar he'd brought along He answered quietly, "Yes Sir, if I may" And he began to strum a song It was a familiar song to everyone We all sang every word The man played melodiously Sweeter music was never heard Many souls got saved that night But we never found out his name He had simply vanished from our sight We know not from whence he came We all agreed on this one thing Just as Scriptures bares We had heard an angel sing And entertained him unawares