Piccadilly underground station, London, England; close on midnight crowds of people, two drunks sining, advertisements for plays, the husel and bussel of it all, and a Salvation Army lassie.
Her face was all loveliness and sweetness.
She stood there, as an angel in our mists; kindly and pure
Her presence was like fragrance, in a garden full of bloom
She talked to us about Jesus, heaven and eternity.
And suddenly there came to mind the words from acts 7;33...
Take off your sandles the place where you are standing is holy ground.
Goodness was there in the underground...
And goodness always leads to God....
Her face was all loveliness and sweetness.
She stood there, as an angel in our mists; kindly and pure
Her presence was like fragrance, in a garden full of bloom
She talked to us about Jesus, heaven and eternity.
And suddenly there came to mind the words from acts 7;33...
Take off your sandles the place where you are standing is holy ground.
Goodness was there in the underground...
And goodness always leads to God....