Angel on His Shoulder

Sara released the bear hug she had on herself and lifted her arms toward the picture of Jesus on the cross and began to sing He is my Salvation. The melody coming from her was so beautiful and pure and powerful that it sounded like a choir of angels was singing in the tiny chapel; it filled the chapel and flowed out into the large room next door where the families were gathered just outside the chapel door. No one had ever heard such a beautiful voice sing with such passion and meaning. They all felt the need to kneel and just listen with bowed heads until she finished. Saras voice filled the rooms and spilled out to the surrounding woods, echoing such purity that even Gods animals stopped and listened to the voice that was singing only to God.