The Watchman

The watchman at his post looking for my arrival.I could see his head just above the back of the couch Curtain pulled aside so as to not obstruct his view. She's here ! She's here! The initial alarm would ring heard clearly to the chariot soon to whisk them away. Granny,Granny, a name I chose myself,building in volume and pitch as I heard their little feet doing a staccato rhythm behind the door in their overwhelming excitement as they were too little to wrestle it open.Oh my Sweet loving heavenly Father everyone should feel this loved at least once in their lives.Thank You.