Guardian Angels
God's lovely guardian angels come down,
with spirit, they guide me, heart, soul, and mind;
a gift from the heavens, each in a white gown.
These gentle angels embrace me; I find
they lead me, are with me every new day;
with spirit, they guide me, heart, soul, and mind.
Each new day unfolds with a bright morning ray
'til night delivers dark sky, stars, and moon.
they lead me- are with me every new day.
I feel them near when I write and commune.
A river of thoughts where artistry streams,
'til night delivers dark sky, stars, and moon.
Wherever I am, at night or daydreams,
seen outright or hidden, they guarantee
a river of thoughts where artistry streams.
With guidance, they're there to always help me.
God's lovely guardian angels come down,
seen outright or hidden they guarantee
a gift from the heavens, each in a white gown.
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