Lord, please send me angels:


One for each bumper of my daughter’s car
And one in the fuel tank….. maybe four on the floor.

Station one at her front door, and one at the back
With really big swords to discourage attack.

One to stand by her to whisper the way
And help her to learn from mistakes she might make.

Several with wings to sweep wind in her ear,
Each time she’s discouraged and needs someone to hear.

And if you have any of your angels left over……
Wouldn’t hurt to stick one more on that bumper.