Gift's of Many Do I Hold

With In me I carry Thee Old ways I am Un-like I have ever seen in all of my day’s Everyone I have ever known even strangers to Have spoke upon my ways of different and Oddly the strange things I do But as I am one standing here in Thee same form as you I will share one hint or two And tell a secret about me to all of you Wings were put on angels So they may fly with grace Souls were given son of God Pure love God couldn’t waist forever Spending eternity with In His own home. So that His own children would Never spend a Sleeping Moment Alone!