A little girl stood in a silent street,
uncared for in the meanest part of town.
No silken hose or shoes upon her feet;
a ragged doll dressed in a tattered gown.
She shivered in the grasp of winter’s cold.
The wind cut through her body to the bone,
and never friendly arm to reach and hold.
An orphan girl who faced the world alone.
Her feeble frame was feverish and ill.
She searched and clutched to find each frantic breath,
until at last her tiny heart was still.
Her tired spirit yielded up to death.
But wait! What gentle smile lights up her face?
Why has her sun at last begun to shine.
Has she discovered some Eternal Grace
that takes her through a portico divine?
Her Father waits to take her by the hand.
In harmony, a heavenly choir sings.
She enters gladly to her Promised Land
and soars above the world on angel’s wings.
Thomas Vaughan Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-orphan-girl/
