The Lord looked to the coal fields
Searching for His Chosen Ones
Their earthen purpose had been fulfilled
And their mining time was done
So, He Came across the valley
Where the workers could be found
And upon the final tally
Twelve brave souls were Heaven bound.

These angels showed great courage
In their workplace, every day
They gave hope and e’er encouraged
Every step along the way
Thus, the Lord, within a second
Shined His Light for them to see
As a golden staircase beckoned
And their souls were, at last, free.

He Considered their dear loved ones
And the grief that would befall
These men were fathers and sons
Brothers and friends, after all
So, He Instilled much compassion
In this country for their plight
Then, within His Divine Fashion
Twelve men’s souls were set for flight.

The Lord looked to the coal fields
On that West Virginia dawn
The miners’ purpose had been fulfilled
And their mining days were gone
But their spirits shall be with us
Every day, our whole lives through
Twelve angels with grace and finesse
Our prayers shall be e’ermore with you.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection