Frail Old Angel

Frail Old Angel

Last night I had a dream,
It had a tale to tell;
I dreamed I saw a Angel.
Poor thing,He wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered,
His wings were ripped and torn,
This Angel could harly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.

I walked right up to him to ask,
"Angel,How can this be",
He turned around and posed a bit,
Then He spoke these words to me.
I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great task as you can see;
You've run amok most all your life,
Look at what it has done to me..

These bruises are from shielding you,
In times both dire and ill;
Those alcoholic bouts,
and drugs you've used.
I've often paid in full.
You see my wings are ripped and torn.
How often they have flown you
from evils unaware,
Each mark is it's oun story
of deadly wounds destroyed.

You made me wish...
More than once ,that I was unemployed;
If only you could make it
Standing on your own.
"Oh don't you fret or worry;
But please try to remember...
I'm getting old and frail.
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I could not believe all I had heard.
Let alone how much He cared.
I wept upon His shoulder;
Then left Him in despair
The next day I sat and pondered
Should I really try?
And in a distance
I thought I heard....
A FRAIL OLD ANGEL CRY..
Author Unknown

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