An Angels Mission

My sister Becky was born (3 months premature) in 1960 with severe brain damage. My mother, Helen, penned this beautiful poem , shortly after a trip to Lourdes, France in 1962...dedicated to my father, Roscoe.

She often quoted Proverbs 3:5-6 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not rely on your own understanding; in all things be mindful of Him, and He will direct your paths.", when she did not understand life's trials.

I think anyone with a loved one or family member who may have similar challenges can find great comfort with my mother's beautiful poem. God bless you.

Our Angel Becky

One day the Queen of Heaven
Received a special plea:
"Oh, show me my salvation,
Please intercede for me!"

So strongly were the words
sent up.
So loudly came the prayer,
That the Queen went to the
throne of God,
To place it in His care.

And the mighty God of Heaven
Gave the order of the day
To give fast and loving service
To a soul who sought His way.

To the Blessed Queen of Heaven
He gave the special plan
That Heaven keeps so carefully filed
For each and every man.

She read the message through,
then smiled,
"How good is God," thought she,
As she made her way along the hall
To the angel nursery.

The sunshine danced in colors
Making golden halos spin,
And the baby angels chorused
When they saw her coming in.

"Oh, good morning, Mother Mary,"
All the tiny voices cried.
Some tried to straighten angel wings,
Some, angel toys to hide.

All holding up their baby arms,
Their cherub cheeks aglow
With special love, which only they
In Heaven's world could Know.

Now, this nursery up in God's world
Is divided, it is true.
There are two kinds of angels:
The "untried" and the "new."

The new are those who've just arrived
From visits down on earth
Who proved they were God's children
From the moment of their birth.

The "untried" little angels
Are those who wait their turn
To carry out a plan for God
To help his creatures learn.

To this last group Our Lady turned
And gravely told each one
Of a very special chore on earth
She needed to have done.

"The one of you who makes this trip
Will gain a special place
Before the very throne of God,
You'll take to earth His grace."

"Your task will not be easy,
You will never see the one
Whose soul you are to help find God,
You'll not have time for fun."

"You'll never get to walk a path
Or pick the flowers bright,
You'll never, ever speak a word,
The sun will hide its light."

"But though it does sound strange, I know,
I promise you much love,
You always will be safe in God.
We'll watch you from above."

The eager little angels all cried out:
"Oh, please take me!
I want to be the one to go!
I'll be the best, you'll see!"

Except for one small angel
With her brown eyes shining bright,
Who had been stacking angel blocks,
But couldn't get them right.

Her straight brown hair was all awry
It never stayed in place,
She brushed it with a rosy palm
From her little pixie face.

So quietly did she take her wings
And placed them on a chair
That the angels in their eagerness
Forgot that she was there.

On sturdy legs she rose and ran
Across the nursery floor,
And still she went unnoticed
Until she reached the door.

She smiled the proudest angel smile
That they had seen in years!
"I thought I'd never get a job!"
She beamed through angel tears.

"You know how long I've waited!
And now they need me so,
Why, I've heard they'll call me Becky,
Now, I've really got to go!"

"Oh dear, I'll have to hurry,
She cried as she passed the gate,
"I'll catch a ride on the winds of March,
I really can't be late!"

This a smiling, happy,angel,
All perfection~ straight from God.
Is teaching us to walk the paths
Where He on earth once trod.

Thank you God!

Bobby