It's the Language of the Angels
Don't worry little child for I sit beside your head,
I wrap my wings around you as you fall asleep in bed.
Don’t worry little child of the darkness in the night,
For I hold in my hands gods loving calming light.
Don't worry little child whether young or whether old,
It's the language of the angels that is taking hold.
Listen to that voice that whispers in your ear,
It's the language of the angels saying I am very near.
Michael, Samuel, Gabriel, are just my chosen few,
Who have been with me my whole life through.
It's the language of the angels that’s my tree to life,
But the test they most helped me with, was being a mother and a wife.
When i was i child i had no worries in this world choices was made for me what i
dressed,ate ,behaved,slept even The bills go paid with no help from me. As an adult all
my choices are up to me ask yourself today are you thinking with a child like mind.
when you walk in peace with God he works on you growing and expanding your mind to
see things in many different ways is truly being touched by God .No longer will i be bond
to a child like mind setting.
The Man On The Street
The streets are crowded
People walk by not seeing the man standing there
He is not old enough to be put in a home
He is not poor enough to beg for spare change
He is just a person who people do not see
They do not know that he has saved their lives
They cannot know that in his few years he has lived more than they ever will
He watches them as they pass him by
He sees the sluts and the addicts
He watches as they argue and fall in love
He watches the adulterers walk by trapped in their erotic passion
He watches as the thief counts his stolen coins
He sees those in pain from the choices they have made
He watches the innocent and the guilty
Those who hurt and those who have been hurt
He cries a single tear for them
He watches as a child plays at his feet
He looks as the child looks into his eyes and smiles
And in that child’s eyes he sees hope
And he knows that his death meant something
It is sad that the others cannot see him
So they may find his hope
As the tears fall
Im reminded of your mercy and grace
As the tears fall
My love for you grows deeper and deeper each day
For its you who has seen me through it all
When i felt my back was against the wall
I think back on how life has treated me
And its then I remember you promising you would never forsake or leave me
As the tear drops fall
And they slowly soak in
I remember your soft gentle voice saying
my child this is not the end
I remember your words,
just as clear as day
Saying child take my hand,
trust me, and ill lead the way
Ill be your friend, when your all alone
Ill be your redeemer,
when you feel all hope is gone
Ill be your deliverer,
when there seems no way out
Ill be your living water,
through the desert and the drout
Tis a child that ever deems
That immortal truth should live in dreams.
Integrity men most do brag
The days consume to threadbare rags
Virtues stressed and sane to uphold
Falters, burdened, and waxes cold
Tis a child that ever deems
That immortal truth should live in dreams.
Jesus is the only way
Strike me not while I have my say.
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