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Angels
whisper
in the
breeze,
Carrying
God's
miracles
on downy
wings.
Going
forth to
where
they are
told,
Having
no
particular
agenda
of their
own.
They
join
hands
when God
says
circle
round,
Someone
is in
need or
feeling
down.
Prayers
are
whispered
into the
wind,
Until
from
heaven a
miracle
is sent.
They
gather
round
and form
a ring,
An
impenetrable
barrier
of
angels
wings.
They
whisper
to us
courage,
strength,
and
hope,
And
they
encamp
about us
when we
need
them the
most.
Voices
as soft
as the
feather
is
light,
Call
across
the
distance
to those
out of
sight.
From
every
corner
of the
earth
that
knows
the
wind,
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Angels
gather
quickly
and on
us
descend.
Celestial
beings
through
which
God's
love
flows,
May
he send
you his
angels
when you
need
them the
most
Paige
Gray
2001
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