The third door

I heard A little story about heaven up above
That told the tale of God's majestic love
The tour of heaven revealed a secret
That the rooms above are used in triplicate!
The first room on the tour was shown
As busy as could be from dusk till dawn
Those dear little angels were everywhere
As busy as beavers building their dam
When asked what was really going on?
The Tour Guide simply replied:
This is the room where prayers ascend
These are the angels that to these attend!
They are those that rush about
Doing God's will as they praise and shout!
The second room was just as busy as the first
These angels were so quick they were fit to burst
When the questions came, the Tour Guide replied
These are the angels who answer that tide
These precious ones are busy from dawn till dusk
Answering those prayers as they must!
When the door to the third room was opened wide
Only one little angel was seated inside
The Tour Guide when asked, solemnly replied
This is the room of sadness and being bored
To this angel come the thanks to the Lord
This little lonely angel nearly cried
Because the hurt and sadness grew inside.
Where were the thanks and deserved praise?
That should have been ascending upon golden rays?
Please remember our dear Lord to praise!
After requesting help for days and days
That poor little angel needs our help
To keep him busy and the Lord full of glory
We need a happy ending to this story!