And, Angels Came
As the wind whispers
through the trees,
A conversation
rides the breeze.
It echoes out
the sound of word,
An angel's voice
is what I've heard.
And when they know
you've heard their sound,
God steps in,
and clouds abound.
Then angels tears
disguised as rain,
Are sent from God
to ease your pain.
So, if the wind
calls out your name,
Your prayers were heard
and, angels came.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 5th, 2001
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