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Three Candles

Three Candles

Her portrait hangs above the mantel
Candles lit beside its frame

As her father touches his daughter's image
His heart returns to that fateful day

The morning had started like any other
In the sleepy Spanish town

Before the day was over
A young woman's body would be found

Papa will you saddle Poncho
This morning I would like to take a ride

The sunshine is so glorious
It would be a shame to stay inside

He watched her as she rode away
The darkness of her hair his last to see

As he turned to walk into their hacienda
His daughter rode into eternity

Carlos please come quickly
Carletta has taken quite a fall

Old friend I am so sorry
I am afraid
She is now gone to us all

As he rode with her lifeless body
To her final resting place
His walk among the faithless
Found its beginning on that day

How could God have taken
All that had been his world

Was it not enough
He took her Momma
When she was but a girl

He became no stranger to the cantinas
Resentment became his only God

Allowing bitterness and grief
To overcome him
He betrayed his faith and traveled on

It was as in so many other nights
When he came stumbling into his home

He made it to the sofa
Before consciousness was gone

An angelic voice awoke him
To a presence
In a gown of snow white lace

Papa ... Do you not know me
Was the voice to the angel's face

Papa . . .
Where are my candles

Why are there not candles
For me in place

Papa light my candles
My candles Papa
To light my angel's face

When he again awoke the sun was shining
In his hand
A remnant of beautiful white lace

Beside his daughter's portrait
Three lit candles stood in place

Had he only been dreaming
Yet the candles ...
How can this be

As he rose up from the sofa
Again Carletta's face was seen

Papa I have lit my candles
For you to know it's truly me

My candles Papa . . .
For the angel that you see

Her portrait today remains hanging
Beside soft candles glow

Her Papa?

He has been reborn into the faith
He had always known

His walk among the faithless
Left behind because of only a dream?

"Papa ...
Keep lit my candles
For the angel that you've seen"

Original by Lesa Gay
aka
Aspiring Angel

Audio
Seven Spanish Angels

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