An angel rapped upon my door
And asked what I was waiting for
I answered with a mild restraint,
“To use my words to pictures paint
And beg God’s help to loose my heart
That I may in His world take part
Tis not a simple task,” said I,
“But what I wish ere I should die,
I think about this every day
And do not wish to lose my way,
I am no longer young you see
My faith means everything to me !”
Claire V. Bogdanos 