It is the love of angels I am told
That turns cold hearts to ones of gold
Who brings us in from the shivering rain
Who cuddles us close to them in our pain.
It is the love of angels who live on high
Who journey with us in our lives until we die
They shelter and keep us through the night
And gives us their strength so we can fly.
It is the love of angels from another world
Who believe in us - gives us wisdom of pearl
They wake with us each day in birds and song
And help us forgive ourselves for all our wrong.
It is the grace of the angels that let us see
The kindness of the souls and lifes' misery
They help us accept both the love and the fear
Of being human and - most of all - being here.
It is the laughter of the angels that let us play
So that we can become children of another day
They want us to envision the dreams we have let go
Yes, it is the love of Angels that has told us so.
