A beautiful and true story poem written by:
Jane Ward Smith




I met an angel today with a spirit rare and true.
She slipped into the mountain church to
Worship God with friends old and new.
I glimpsed her sitting there in her place,
And admired her beautiful face and quiet grace.



We had come to the mountain to share our faith.
Some to build, some to cook, some to teach,
Some to sing and pray and some to preach.
We had come to share God's love,
But were blessed even more
By the angel we found within our midst.



She opened her mountain home nestled deep in the hollow
At the end of a long, narrow, winding road.
Although many tragedies and hardships had come her way
She held fast and used her inner strength to build a life and home
Sequested beside a brook, surrounded by towering mountain peaks.



She not only opened her home but her heart as well.
As she spoke of her life and generously shared all that she had.
It reminded me of God's words.
That when you do it unto the least of my creatures,
You have done it unto me.



She took us on a nature walk along a mountain trail,
And pointed out the flora and fauna along the way.
We listened intently as she showed her love
Of the natural beauty of God's creation
Deep in the hollow and along the mountain ridges.



When she quietly rose to sing in church,
Our hearts were touched by the pure sweet melody of the song
Spilling forth from a voice as sweet as an angel.
It is said there are angels among us
To minister to our souls and lift our spirits.
I met one today in the mountains of West Virginia,
And she is now my friend.


Jane Ward Smith
© July 24, 2003
 


Note: Thank you and God bless you, Etta Mae Baker
 

 

Matthew 25: 40

Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done
it unto one of the least of these my brethren,
ye have done it unto me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song: Touched By An Angel

 

 

 

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