A man's loud shouts of anger I heard
As I strolled in the morning sun
I paused to hear what he was saying
And his words caused me to run
Rounding the corner he came into view
And the reasoning became very clear
As a little boy of seven years of age
Stood painting his fence with no fear
Clad only in his old faded blue jeans
A red bandana from his pocket did hang
He busily painted the neighbor's fence
As the old man shouted darn and dang
My heart seem to stop and then to flutter
As this scene had appeared in my dreams
And as I quietly approached them
I wondered possibly if it was as it seems
The boy heeded not the ranting or ravings
As still the old man continued to fuss
Instead he busily painted the fence
Stopping long enough to fill his brush
A dark haired boy with a slender frame
He was truly busy completing his task
Wondering where this child came from
I drew closer to him to ask
Such feelings of warmth flooded my soul
As he turned his brown eyes to mine
Great gasps of disbelief escaped me
As my mind raced back in time
Before me stood the most perfect angel
One in which God had sent to earth
A child that had been taken to early
Only seven years after his birth
Why he had chosen to send him this day
To paint a fence and this old gate
Will never be known to me or my readers
But I know for me in Heaven he waits
