When the night is filled
with twilight stars
growing brighter, glowing deeper
know that I am near
precious angel of mine.
When the wind sweeps across
the whimsical day
scatters leaves like dew
know my voice in a whisper
which speaks of my love for you.
When the rain gently falls
with healing drops
to patter on your rooftop
know that I am shedding tears
and wish I could keep you here.
When the Sun sends
rays to make you warm
on blissful wings of radiance
know that I am smiling
as I remember your angelic face.
When all the precious angels call
to anthems of the dawn
bringing light, bringing love
know that God is listening
and will come to sing you home
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Precious Angel Flight
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