The Angels
The angels of heaven rejoices for one of them return home
to heaven holy land, after life on this evil world.
She now rest in peace beside our father in heaven which welcomes her home.
With open arms and no more pain can she feel just love and peace once again.
The angels blow there trumpets to welcome her home to this great land.
Even if we was not ready to say goodbye God called his angel home to live in his great land.
Where the day has no night and the sky no clouds just a peace and beauty of heaven holy land.
Where she can forget the tears she cried and the pain that had been felt from all her years.
She is not alone but with the other angles that has gone on
before her and made her home.
Now she watches us and waits for our return, to heaven’s holy land where we can fly with her side by side and God’s
might land.
Copyright © Angelia Dawson | Year Posted 2008
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