On Angel's Wings
glistening, flowing, shining thru
brilliant colors running down to
the angel's wings
starts the movement, soft and smooth
up and down, air arise
beautiful wonders has taken to the skies
I stand there gazing up to see
wondering if I really see what I really see
I feel the warmth of her wings
just a thought of her twinkling being
or a restless imagination of me?
no! a revelation of Jesus'presenting...being
that he is real
that at his will
that angel's will let us feel
the softness of
their wings
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