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AREN’T YOUR ANGELS WORKING?
Aren't my angels working?
Turn to ask the question
When you are but stumbling
In the midst of struggles.
Peach and fish are coming
But you must be joking
Praying hard and weeping
Aren't your angels working?
Train the nerves and habits
Harsh cold winds are coming
God permits the double –
Are your angels working?
Cold and stoops and wonder
Punch and heart disorder
Listen to the Master –
“Aren't your angels working?”
Truth of public laughter
Find demons collapsing
Shot and cut by lightening
Then are angels working.
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AREN`T YOUR ANGELS WORKING?
AREN`T YOUR ANGELS WORKING?