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The Angel’s Story

The mountain stood erect

And caught everyone’s eyes who passed.

Gold gems and jewels

All over the mountain glued fast.

It was a beautiful thing

Built up over many years of time,

But underneath the glory

Was the heart of a young woman dying.

No one could hear her calls

Or see her awful suffering

But as the days passed by

Death became her way of living.

She died to all she knew was right

And instead lived in the flesh.

She sacrificed her happiness

For what she thought was best.

But as the days passed

And she grew more miserable

In order to ease her ache

She did deeds that were horrible.

She wallowed in her filth

And completely destroyed the mount.

Every person who passed by

Was stricken by the painful shouts.

As time wore on

And her deeds grew worse

God sent in an angel

To help with her soul’s thirst.

That angel told her a story

That she never could forget.

And I will tell you now

If you think about accepting.

He told her of a story

Of a man long ago

Who lived in a stable

In conditions lower than low.

But that young man

No matter where he went

Always left a mark

Of love Heaven sent.

In the end of the tale

The ones who loved Him most

Ended up betraying him

And letting him die the worst.

He was hung upon a tree

In all manner of misery

With every sin of man

Laid upon his bare hands.

The blood that was spilt

The pain that was caused

Has no one else to blame

But your filthy cause.

In a frightful moment

The woman jerked back from the tale

And began to weep loudly

Scarcely restraining a wail.

The angel silenced her

And told her to sit down.

The man was not killed

But laid His own life down.

The man was never murdered

But rather sacrificed

That you and I might live

A life upon us graced.

All that you must do

Is accept that gift He gives

To turn around from Hell

And go to Heaven where He lives.

The girl stopped her weeping

And lifted her weary eyes.

And in a word she requested

How she might accept that prize.

The angel told her how

With scarcely hiding a smile.

And now she walks toward Heaven

Praising God all the while.

Don’t destroy your mountain

Because it’s the only one you’ll get.

But rather turn to Jesus

The author of your faith.