Our Lord, He Sent An Angel Poem by Daniel McDonagh

I was walking along the Gallowgate,
One cold and rainy day,
Feeling weak and tired from hunger
That would not go away.
The pain of hunger tore at my soul,
My tears I could not hide,
And I called for Our Lord to help me,
As I was hurting deep inside.

I thought hard about my faith,
And for help, I rarely called,
And sometimes I even doubted
If Our Lord was there at all.
As I walked, I lifted my head,
And looked down the road a spell,
I spotted some one coming towards me,
From the distance hard to tell.

He walked right up to me
And extended a gentle hand,
And introduced himself as Brother Walfrid,
A native from old Ireland.
He wore the clothes of a parish Priest,
While his shoes were pretty worn,
But there seemed a glow about him,
At least I could have sworn.

He asked how long I had been living
On the poor desolate streets of Glasgow,
For he had see nothing but pain and suffering
Since leaving his home of Sligo.
We spoke for what seemed like hours on end
Until he led me to St.Mary’s,
And he promised that from this day on,
That I would never again feel hungry.

I could not thank him more than enough,
For he restored my starving soul,
From the warmth of his love and friendship,
I would never again feel cold.
I felt that Our Lord had heard me
As an angel he had sent,
As Brother Walfrid relieved me of my hunger
And all my discontent.


Nov’27th 2006