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I am your Angel

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Where eagles soar

Love shall abide 

Blessed with wings 

To caress your sighs 


I am your angel 

amongst the azure skies

Watching over you

till the day your soul flies


If you should feel down

and and need to cry

Let my wings caress you

as your heart sighs


If love seems far away

look no further than the sky

 I'm your guardian angel

till the day you die



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HAROLD THE ANGEL SING

“Daddy, do you believe in angels?” The young boy asked obviously excited

“Why yes I do.” His dad replied and the young boy was delighted.

 

“Angels are good, aren’t they dad?” He obviously had something on his mind.

“Yes they are.” His father said, “They are loving, generous and kind”.

 

“I believe they’re here to remind us to stay innocent and pure

and when our heart is aching…to help us find a cure.”

 

“I believe they are here to remind us to find pleasure in every day

to keep our hearts and minds open to magic…

to help us laugh and run and play.”

 

“I believe they are here to look out for us…they try to stay hidden…out of view

and influence us to be good…I believe that’s what angels do.”

 

“Why do you ask?” The father questioned now obviously excited

“Because I have an angel!” the young boy said and his father was delighted.

 

“He says his name is Harold…and he says my angel he will always be

He says no matter where I am…he’ll always look out for me.”

 

“That’s wonderful!” his father said, “and where did you two meet?”

“We met In church this morning…we were sharing the same seat.”

 

And when the chorus sang Hark! Harold the Angel sing

He said, “This is my song”.

Then he floated up to the alter, played his harp, and sang along.

 

The father smiled at the innocence of his child…his love for him was strong

He was glad he found his angel inside a Christmas song…

 

And as his father watched at his son’s heart beam…

his own heart began to throb

he was glad to know…

from this point on…

 

Harold, the angel, was on the job.


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IN THE ANGEL'S ARMS

So many questions in this world we cannot answer…

No one can tell us why…

Why do tragedies happen everyday?

Why do children have to die? 

 

This is the story of one child…

I wish I was singing a happier tune

but this child’s story is over…it ended much too soon.

 

She did not enter this world peacefully…although her birth was a joyous day

there were complications from the beginning…and more obstacles along the way.

 

Her story ended a few days ago…at least now she’s out of harm…

She has a place in heaven…she’s in the angel’s arms.

 

Her parents handled each setback with dignity…with courage…and with grace….

as they tried to cope with the kind of heartache no family should face.

 

There were trips to hospitals and surgeries…so much going on inside her

and her parents shared her pain and suffering as they stood stoically beside her.

 

It is a testament to their love…that as they suffered through the haze…

in the midst of all their sorrow…they found joy in other ways

 

For they loved their little daughter…that was plain for all to see

and they did the best they could to give her life some harmony.

 

I hope as the years go by…when they stop 

when they pause a while…

they will remember more of the joy than the suffering…

and when they think of her…

they’ll smile.

 

Perhaps one day their questions will be answered…

when they join their daughter…out of harm

when they hold her again heaven…

when they’re together…

 

in the angel’s’ arms.



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ANGELS IN THE TREES

I’ve always believed angels can speak to us.

They speak in voices soft but clear.

If we take the time to listen.

If we take the time to hear.

 

And I use to believe angels were skittish,

unwilling to be seen…day or night.

Happy to watch over and protect us

while remaining just out of sight.

 

Today on our morning walk we spotted some angels…

resting on the leaves…

of a tiny tree by the side of the road

which leads me to believe…

 

Angels are always close at hand.

Perhaps they drift in on the breeze.

Perhaps they hide beneath our shadows

or linger in the trees…

 

And it’s only when we open our minds

that we are able to free them…

and only when we open our hearts

 

that we are able to see them


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