By and by, when the morning comes.
All the saints of God together in home.
We will tell the story how we overcome.
And we'll understand it better by and by.
And we'll understand it better by and by.
In May 2020, I woke up to angels serenading an old negro spiritual. I had not heard this song since I was ten years old. I watched as they moved fast in shinning lights, there must have been hundreds of them and between them was a man. I did not recognize him, so I assumed the angels were singing words of encouragement to me.
A few minutes after that, my daughter walks into my room, she looked concerned and scared, she said to me, “Mom! Did you see the news, what they did to that man?” I don’t watch television, so we got on her phone, and she showed me the breaking news of a man killed by the police. As I watched the video clip to my amazement, the man I saw being taken by angels was Gorge Floyd! I told my daughter immediately, “he is in heaven, I saw the angels take him to heaven!”
For the rest of the coming days, I sang the angels song and danced to the victory of God’s promise that the least will become the first. I wished I could shout on the roof top to the world, its okay, nothing is lost, George is raised, and he lives amongst the angels! Nothing you do or don’t do will change God’s law and His promise to the innocent is unfailing and abides forever.