Angel's Wings
If I should give up my Heavenly dreams,
could I ever again wear angel's wings?
Through a purple haze of golden moons,
I swirl past stars that contain angel's rooms.
If I should give up my angel's wings,
could I still keep some of my child-like things?
I open a door inside one of those stars,
and find naughty cherubs bebop on guitars.
As angels release fireflies by moonlight,
like a sparkle of stardust to the gossamer night,
the sky becomes a dappled hue.
Behold our God makes all things new.
Janet Marie Bingham
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