The Little Angel

It was at a town revival,
Filled with the Holy Ghost,
She must have been an angel,
Sent down from the heavenly host.

I just sat there and watched her,
As she struggled up the aisle.
The distance with her tiny steps,
Must have seemed a mile.

She was an inspiration,
And it touched my heart so deep,
When I saw her little body,
All I could do was weep.

She was so small in stature,
With little crutches on each side.
But her face just seemed to sparkle,
With a smile so big and wide.

She was going to the altar,
To receive a special touch,
From the One who had sustained her,
And that she loved so much.

I could feel the power,
That was carrying her along.
The grace of a God so loving,
Yet powerful, and strong.

And as she walked right by me,
On her journey to the front,
I realized I was too proud,
To do as she had done.

It humbled me and broke me,
And I asked the Lord above,
To forgive me for my foolish pride,
And to fill me with His love.

I knew that God had sent her,
Just for me to see.
I knew that I had failed Him,
And not been what I should be.

He had sent this little angel,
To break my hardened heart,
And I realized my time had come,
To make a brand new start.

I’m thankful the little angel,
Made her way along my path,
Specially chosen by the Father,
To refresh, and...
renew my faith.

It was at a town revival,
Filled with the Holy Ghost,
She must have been an angel,
Sent down from The heavenly host.