A Song For the Angels To Sing

Last year I knew a poet that died, He was tired of suffering I wander if he’s still writing now Writing songs that the angel’s to sing. I know he made it to Heaven so fair But I’m still left wandering. If this servant of God is still writing songs Writing songs for the angel’s to sing. I know my uncle’s in the presence of God I want to know what in Heaven he’s doing. I figure he’s still doing the writing he loves, He’s writing songs for the angel’s to sing.