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"A Visiting Angel" by Scott Williams

A Visiting Angel

I like to wake up early (See Poem) and meet with my Lord. It is quiet and dark, and no one is around usually to interrupt my solitude. It is just me and my Lord, and well, my two two new best friends who are always with me. They seek my attention, but mostly are just interested in smelling where others have been. My two old best friends are now gone. They served their purpose to bring me joy and companionship. My Lord also desires my attention. Every morning I rise early to seek Him, for all of Heaven’s riches He brings with Him to give me.

On this morning I was visited by another. At first, I thought it was an angel! It wasn’t, but it made me to pause and wonder…Being in awe of my Lord and the gift of Himself that He gives to me, and the strange new world our children are being forced to live in because we are seeking something other than Christ’s beauty, His majesty, and His power. I wonder! Who? Will you be the one?

“One generation will declare your works to the next and will proclaim your mighty acts.” (Psalm 145:4)

 

A Visiting Angel

Early I arose and early I sought Him.
I was looking for His joy that comes every morning.
Waiting for the mercies that would be enough to get me through today.
It all makes me to pause in awe…And wonder!
How that through this night that is so dark,
Sonlight always comes!
His coming is like the sound of a choir singing a grand ‘ole hymn.

Softly and tenderly at first is the hymn sung.
Telling me of an Old Old Story and an Old Rugged Cross.
It’s sound to me is so sweetly familiar.
It lands in my ears and grows ever louder.
It’s like waking up early to the voice of a dear old friend.
Unlike the new songs sung today that play on only my emotions,
How Wonderful And How Marvelous these old hymns are on my tongue.

Then Sings My Soul as I pray, for they remind me of Heaven.
The working of His Spirit renews my mind and my hope.
Taking me to higher heights and deeper depths.
These old hymns tell of the gospel and why I should feel this stirring in my soul.
It’s a summoning of the Spirit winds.
The calling down of a holy fire.
A pleading for the glory of His reign on Earth and in Heaven.

Away from the gospel, most have moved on to just a feeling.
Every morning when I wake up early, the gospel is brought back to my mind.
Then suddenly something came out of the mist, the Sun, and the haze!
Interrupting my worship, I thought I was being visited by an angel.
This little guy popped out of haze of the Sun just as it began to shine.
It made me to pause in awe and to wonder about this little guy’s plight.
Who will teach him to wake up early each morning for this affectionate remembering?

This little guy will grow up in a world of Twitternation, Playstation, and social media.
Who will show him this more satisfying, more powerful, and more beautiful reflection?
Who will help him experience how sweet this sound is to wake up early to every morning?
Too many will be ready to shower this little guy with their new songs of an emotional outpouring.
Who will teach him how to be still and know How Great Thou Art?
Who will share with the gospel found in Amazing Grace and have it written on his heart?
Will it’s sound land in his ears and be so sweetly familiar like an old friend who will never depart?

I Wonder! Who will make this little guy to pause…And in awe…Be in Wonder at it all!

Ron C. Kyker

 

*pic taken by Scott Williams and used with permission.
*poem written for and inspired by Scott Williams.

About Ron

I am a layperson with 35 yrs. of teaching Sunday School, bible studies, and preaching on occasion. I teach a bible study in a local prison. I am a 36 yr. counselor/social worker. I am disabled and have devoted the past four years to studying, praying, and writing about my greatest love; this gospel of Jesus Christ that has the power to save a man’s soul. I also write devotions for a Church in Marion, VA and I write for an orphanage/ministry in Zambia, Africa.

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