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