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.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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