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POETRY LINKS
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“What is an angle,” Laurie asked one night, I pondered the question, to be sure I answered right. “Angle’s my little one, are someone special, Some are known like, Gabriel and Michael.” “You see” I started again once more, “Angle’s have a massive and hard chore. They protect us in the darkest night, They guard us, and are on the side of light. Angle’s are the hands of God above, Many times angles demonstrate God’s love. Angel’s are God’s warriors here on earth, Warriors of power and might and great girth. Angle’s are special and protect us, You see my little one, they never fuss.” I thought about the words I had said, Since, I had spoken about what I was led. Laurie’s eyes were wide in amazement, “Daddy, they have that much commitment?” Her smile and eyes were so very bright, Her countenance a truly innocent sight. Her face sparkled as she asked another, “Are angle’s ever afraid? Do they shudder?” “No my dear,” I started, “They do not.” I pondered how many wars they have fought! How many times had they faced the dark, And banished it so plain and so stark! Together we prayed that night, That the angles protect us from any fight. We knew that they were standing guard, Forever working and working so hard. Holding us when we got cold, Comforting us and making us bold. Thank you God for Angles from above, Your extended hand of your total love.
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