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Valerie Thompson spent her days

In service to the weak.

She visited sick, fed the poor,

Never a bad word did speak.

She wouldn't hurt a single soul,

E'en if dirty or mean.

She held her hand out to the needs

Of others, and it seemed,

That our dear girl would never wed,

Her life was lonely and sad.

But like the Christian girl she was,

Took good along with bad.

She held her head up, never shirked,

And took each day in stride.

But sometimes in the dead of night,

Our little lady cried.

Her tears were for the love she missed,

The youth she'd left behind.

But just let someone ask for help,

She jumped at the chance.  She was kind.

One day while sitting with children

So Mom could work for food,

A stranger came to neighbor's door,

Valerie treated him as she should.

She gave him bread and a cool drink,

Asked if he needed rest,

Never once realized did she that

God had put her to test.

The "man" partook of food with her,

And then he rose to leave.

He smiled and shone, and took her hand,

Said, "The Lord doth bequeath...

Happiness in all your mornings,

Fellowship all your life,

For the blessing you gave others,

You'll be a cherished wife."

She watched as he walked down the path

Leading to the old gate,

Just turning her head an instant,

She bolted, shouted, "Wait!!"

The man was gone--not to be found,

Valerie scanned the roadside there,

Be careful how you treat strangers,

Least angels come unaware.