The angel had missed the last bus into town Her wings were all rain wet and she felt so down Until in a shop doorway a Saint sheltered there While he whistled a psalm and he sang the Lords Prayer, So she stopped and remembered the way she had came As she dried herself off in the Lord’s Holy flame, Then she took to the air and she whispered away To those morning song Matins that touched a new day.
The angel was wrapped in her morning mist shade Though her eyes mirrored heaven, she still was dismayed, For how had she got lost on her way to her church Until then she had never had reason to search, Then she thought of a hymn that she always could hold To warm all of the reasons that kept out the cold, And her halo glowed gold in the soft rising dawn As she thought once again of a glorious newborn.
The angel’s smile glowed and it melted the mist As she thought of the holiness her lips had kissed, She flew over a school where the young children played And she thought of the difference her saviour had made, As she flew through a meadow its fragrance was sweet So she came down to earth and felt once more complete In her floral magnificence she dressed again No need to be lost or afraid of the rain…
Watching the descent without god in an intelligent design. Come have a look at our adversary. The template offers an open hand. The culture of hunger in this urbane obscenity sitting on the payment making a motif. The giant strode
She is like the vastness of the earth, so confusing, Her beauty is fatal, her heart fierce, her body delicious, Many not withholding, in love Cause it’s a battle worth fighting for, She is the Angel their mom said to