Angel From On High

To make a character, hold your character in two clenched fists in front of your mouth, making an airtight vessel. Begin breathing just a little life into the poor bastard. Repeat as necessary.



The closing hymn for the days service was An Angel From On High. Brother Marriott reaches for the worn green cloth-bound hymn books sheathed on the back of the pew in front of him. The man turned the pages to the correct hymn and held the book in a manner which his son could also recite from and began to sing aloud - thoughtfully in 6/8 time at approximately 92 beats a minute as the hymn instructed.

An angel from on high
The long, long silence broke;
Descending from the sky,
These gracious words he spoke

Brother Marriott, losing his place for a moment with an unholy thought involving the sheer, shaven nubile lengths of shin seated across the isle from him. O! those pale lengths of modestly crossed legs that disappear into the great mystery under the bottom hem of a pastel cotton summer dress. What glorious scenes mine eyes behold he perhaps thought but only for a moment before restoring himself in god's house and continuing with reverence.

Sealed by Moroni’s hand,
It has for ages lain
To wait the Lord’s command,
From dust to speak again.
It shall again to light come forth
To usher in Christ’s reign on earth.