Angel Without a Church

a Poem I wrote for my mother. A woman who is forever doing God's work

 

She won’t be seen her praising God in a choir

And she doesn’t care much for the state of her attire

She won’t be seen leading a bible study or class

More than often, you will see her giving so-and-so some sass

Her shelves aren’t stacked with awards on display

But she’d give her last dime or the remainder her day

To help a dear soul who’s down on their luck

She doesn’t even care that she’s merely one of the ruck

She lives her life the way Christ would want her to

Helping those who need a friendly face to help them pull through

Those who could laude her, don’t know her name

But those of us who do, know all the same

Where earthly lists do not her name proclaim, St Pete’s Book will her Soul acclaim

Reviews

[Lorraine Pearson]

This is a precious piece..."Ode to my mamma" I do hope you give it to her. Angels such as she get few thank you's for the many wonderful things they are...this piece sums it up beautifully.
~Lorraiyne