The Flight of Angels

Inthe huddle of every life

Therewill come a time

Whensweet providence rears its head

Andwants to take us away from here

Toa level that we can’t see

Withthese faltering eyes,

Liftedup on angel wings

Ridinghigh with no fear.

 

Inthe flight of angels,

Nomore worries and no more cares,

Gentlyfolded in angel arms,

Liftedup above all despair,

Takeninto that Promised Land,

Nomore crying and no goodbyes,

Inthe flight of angels

Whereno one ever dies.

 

Iwas lost with a tortured soul,

Tossing,turning all night,

Tryinghard just to understand

Thesubtle differences of wrong and right.

Thenthe angels reached out to me,

Liftedmy veil of gray,

Ledme into the sweetest light,

Tookmy fears away.

 

Inthe flight of angels….