Fallen Angel
My guardian angel reached for me
And tumbled right beneath a tree.
When I espied him on the ground,
It was as if I had been bound.
I couldn’t reach him lying there.
I feared he’d think I didn’t care.
As I stared with astonished eyes,
A big arm plucked him to the skies.
I wonder if God scolded him
For leaning over Heaven’s rim.
“Angels descending from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.” by: Fanny J Crosby
For: ‘ Fallen Angel” contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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