...and what he learned that transformed him.
Littlest
"Hey, wait for me!" the littlest angel cried,
his sandal laces caught in Heaven's door.
A tear slipped out. "They're leaving me behind.
They pro'bly think, 'What do we need him for?'"
The other angels soon were out of sight.
He kicked his sandals, left them where they were.
He wee bare feet sped down the stairs of clouds;
he clutched his harp, his eye-sight all a-blur,
so on the final step to Earth, he tripped!
His harp went clanging off into the night.
He got his breath and smoothed his tattered wings,
then searched the sky to see the angels' light.
"So far away! I'll get there awfully late.
I want to tell the shepherds 'bout my King.
I want to peek into the stable, too,
and see the Baby...more than anything!"
The others all were gone when Littlest came.
He tiptoed to the stall...and then he froze.
Before him stood an ugly, smirking imp
who pointed at his soiled and ragged clothes.
"You're going in to Him looking like that?
Your halo's coming loose; your feet are bare.
You haven't even got your silly harp;
and you can't go with dirty hands in there.
"Just turn around and trot yourself back home;
you're much too insignificant to stay."
Then, suddenly, the sneer became a screech!
With tail between its legs, it fled away.
And Littlest wondered what had scared it so,
though he himself was shaking like a leaf.
He looked up slowly...saw it was a Who,
with loving smile that filled him with relief!
Then God held out His hand and said, "Come here,
beloved, barefoot, harp-less angel waif.
Let's tiptoe in together while He sleeps!
I need you, too, in all the plans I've made,
"for now my Son will be a human child,
and human children live in danger, too.
He'll need a guardian angel at His side.
The Littlest beamed, and very soon forgot
his rags, his tears, and all that he was not,
for God had giv'n this truth to which he'd cling:
he really was important to the King!
And you, my friend, who think yourself too small,
or unfit, perhaps, for God to use at all,
can live this truth that made the Littlest sing:
You really are important to the King!
-Becky Rhon
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Happy Getting-Ready-for-Christmas!!!
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