Love of Angels
It is the love of angels I am told That turns
cold hearts to ones of gold Who brings us in
from the shivering rain Who coddles us close
to them in our pain.
It is the love of angels who live on high Who
journey with us in our lives until we die
They shelter and keep us through the night
And gives us their strength so we can fight.
It is the love of angels from another world
Who believe in us - gives us wisdoms of
pearl They wake with us each day in birds
and song And help us forgive ourselves for
all our wrong.
It is the grace of the angels that let us
see The kindness of the souls and lifes'
misery They help us accept both the love
and the fear Of being human and - most of all
- being here.
It is the laughter of the angels that let
us play So that we can become children of another
day They want us to envision the dreams we have let
go Yes, it is the love of Angels that has told us so.
Author Unbeknown to me
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