The Call of God
On an August day, Cloudy and dim,
In Payson, Down south of the Rim,
Heath Heard the call
From the savior of all,
There was no mistaking him!
Travis, a young boy, was lost.
He had to be found at all cost,
And somehow Heath knew-
With the help of a few-
He would meet this challenge God tossed!
As one by one his friends gathered near,
His urgency they could all hear,
So they abandoned their plans
To lend him their hands,
And bring home a child so dear.
John, in his plane, flew the skies,
Using copilot Heath’s eagle eyes
And they determined the course
For the ones on the horse,
A lone woman flanked by two guys.
To Beth, Wyman, and Gary Heath passed
The weight of the favor God asked
And with conviction and joy,
Heath said: “Go find that boy!”
And gave a sigh of relief, at long last.
Though the land which they travelled was raw,
Full of brush, thorny plants, and cat claw,
They continued to call
As their shadows grew tall
And prayed their plan and their path held no flaw.
From a canyon, dark and deep
Under a bush where he’d fallen asleep
The small boy finally replied
“I’m down here!” he cried
As his rescuers felt their hearts leap!
When Travis stepped out to the light,
The angel beside him took flight,
For the call God had made
Had been answered in spades
When they saved that sweet boy from his plight!