WHY ANGELS HAVE COME..
Angels have come to bring with them,
ANGELS AMONG US
I was walking home from school
It was getting late,
Mama couldn't see him,
A kind word from a stranger
And ain't it kind of funny
SPECIAL LITTLE ANGEL
The little girl acted even sadder. She said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled. She slowly stood to her feet and said, "Really?"
"Yes, ma'am, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all the people walking by."
She nodded her head yes and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said with a twinkle in her eye, "I am ... I'm your guardian angel."
I was speechless ... surely I was just seeing things!
She said, "For once you began thinking of someone other than yourself, and now my job here is done."
Immediately, I stood to my feet and said, "Wait! Why did no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me, and you believed it in your heart." With that, she was gone.
GUARDIAN ANGEL
We have one Angel standing watch
Above us as we sleep,
Another gathers up the hopes
And dreams we wish to keep.
That whispers in our ears,
With words of love and comfort
To conquer grief and fears.
One friendship keeper too,
Another just to help us mend
The thoughtless things we do.
Who protects our destiny,
And helps us with our soulmate
Who with we were meant to be.
That keep us company,
In order that we become
The best that we can be.
FRAIL OLD ANGEL
Last night I had a dream
In thought and deed and, also, hymn
The message of God and His
Wisdom great
His love, His wants for all our fate.
They bring on high their protection strong
To guide us all when things go wrong
To teach us patience when none exists
To help us see what blindness missed
To help us hear what deafness hides
To help us feel what touch denies
To give us peace when fighting's round
To fill us with love when hates abound
To encourage the feelings of a want to give
A feeling with which we all should live
So in this season's darkest night
Within our souls doth shine a light
To warm us with forgiveness and sharing
And with compassion and, also, caring.
All these are sent from heaven divine
For the angels have brought them,
'tis God's Design.
~author~ unknown
On a cold winter day,
Took a shortcut through the woods,
And I lost my way.
And I was scared and alone,
Then a kind old man took my hand
And led me home.
But he was standing there,
And I knew in my heart,
He was the answer to my prayers.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times,
And had me down on my knees,
There's always been someone there to come along
And comfort me.
To lend a helping hand,
A phone call from a friend just to say,
"I understand."
That at the dark end of the road,
Someone lights the way
With just a single ray of hope.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love.
They wear so many faces,
Show up in the strangest places,
To guide us with their mercy,
In our time of need.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love,
To guide us with a light of love.
Barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people passed, but not one person glanced her way. No one stopped, including myself.
The next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would still be there. Right in the very same spot as she was yesterday, she sat perched up high, with the saddest look in her eyes. But today I could not just walk away, concerned only with my own affairs. Instead I found myself walking over to the little girl.
As we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I began walking towards her, I could see the back of the little girl's dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to care. As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare.
I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay ... I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple "Hello!"
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "Hi" after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was gone and we were alone.
I asked the girl why she was so sad. She looked at me and with a sad face said, "Because
I'm different."
I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you are all that you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Author Unknown
One Angel is the tiny voice
Of course we have one Guardian,
We have a Guardian of Love
We have a host of Angels
It had a †ale †o †ell;
I dreamed I saw an angel ...
Poor †hing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered,
His wings were ripped and torn;
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so †ired and worn.
I walked right up †o him to ask,
"Angel, how can †his be?"
He †urned around and paused a bit,
Then he spoke †hese words †o me:
"I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great †ask as you can see;
You've run amok most all your life,
Look what it has done †o me."
"These bruises are from shielding you,
In †imes both dire and ill;
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used,
I've often paid the bill."
"You see my wings are ripped and †orn.
How often †hey have flown you
From evils unaware;
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed."
"You made me wish ... more †han 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."
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 †ry?
And in †he distance
I †hought I heard ...
A frail old angel cry.
