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Angel Wings

At the ending of the day when I'm weary
After a waterfall of tears have all been cried
And I'm feeling like the skies will always be dreary
Nothing's there to fill the emptiness inside.

I lay my head upon my favorite pillow
Just close my eyes to block all the sorrow
wonderin' where I'll ever find the strength inside-
to do it all again- tomorrow.

And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.

It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings.

The sun comes up, it's time to face the day
and I think that things are going to be all right-
But as the day wears on my nerves begin to fray-
I feel the hollowness that creeps in every night.

And like clockwork all the tears begin to fall
As I look at my reflection in the glass-
the eyes looking back at me make me feel small-
and I ask, my God, how long's this going to last?

And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.

It's you, my angel watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings.

Thank God for your angel wings

Beautiful Poetry © 2002 ~ Ellen M. DuBois Pudgy, Chubby Angels Most people think that Angels,
Are tiny, little thing;
With tiny, little bodies,
And tiny, little wings. And though their wings are delicate,
They do fly place to place;
Their wings seem to be sufficient,
To carry them through space.
But my Angel is quite different,
She's pudgy, plump, and round;
Her wings are too inadequate,
To lift her from the ground. So, she doesn't travel very far,
She stays quite close to home;
God planned for her to be this way,
He did not choose for her to roam.
Since she never, ever leaves the house,
I wonder where she stays;
I only see her here at night,
She disappears most days. How do I know she is an Angel?
Because God told me so;
He sends her to me every night,
To soothe my cares and woes.
Her smile is truly heaven sent,
When she smiles at me, I'm blest;
Her laughter is like tinkling bells,
Her voice pure loveliness. Because she is so chubby,
She gives the greatest hugs;
I think that God has made her,
His First Ambassador of Love.
She helps me feel secure and safe,
I'm glad she cannot fly;
For plump and dimpled Angels,
Would be scary in the sky. My pudgy, chubby Angel,
Kisses booboos, too;
Her loving hugs feel warm and snug,
Just like my Mommy's do!

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