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The Unknown Angel
A lonely child sits on a wooden bench,
Helpless and so full of distress.
He makes a fist and his hands clench tight,
To a piece of paper, his own words of fright.
It is a prayer his heart yearns for,
One wrote in anguish from his heart's door.
A tap on the shoulder, a man towers tall,
With a smile he greets him feeling the call.
He sits down beside a little boy so afraid,
As he speaks, his own heart prays.
"Help me to see what this little boy feels!
And help me to know a way to heal."
Arms to hold a little one so tender,
In a time of distress, he is to render.
He is an angel like you and I,
Just taking the time to hear a cry.
The call may come when one least expects,
To be an angel, to aid in distress.
We have the power to help each other,
But first we must love our fellow brother.
Angels are beings like you and I,
To help a world that seems to die.
Enrich your soul someway today,
By helping someone along your way.
Copyright 1999, Donald D. Campbell. All rights reserved.