Angels Work

They love high places angels do For they have no fear of falling. From heaven high they perch anew Singing hymns the angels are calling. From loftily perches they see much beauty Man's bald head and crusty souls. I am sure they enjoy their heavenly duty In Gods creation -the world in whole. When angels fly from their heavenly seat They buzz around man's business. The very young they are charged to keep From the devil's clutch and sickness. So it's from heaven that angels descend Winds of fate they help to steer. Watching over God's sweet children And so angels calm our childlike fear.