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As the music of the organ washed over me,
I feel my guardian angel sit next to me,
His hand upon my shoulder,
A small comfort I have learned to accept.
How he knew I needed him,
He never does tell,
He just says the Father knows,
And I wonder how He knows me so well.
I have lost count the number of times,
The Angel has saved my life,
Or the number of times I have wanted to give up,
Only for him to appear,
Sometimes only for a few seconds,
To whisper comfort in my ear,
Sometimes for the whole night,
To hold me as I cried in fear.
He never stays long enough,
For me to offer my thanks.
But I know next time i need him,
He will be there,
Ready to restore my hope and faith,
Or just to give me a comforting embrace.
An original Poem By me.
I feel my guardian angel sit next to me,
His hand upon my shoulder,
A small comfort I have learned to accept.
How he knew I needed him,
He never does tell,
He just says the Father knows,
And I wonder how He knows me so well.
I have lost count the number of times,
The Angel has saved my life,
Or the number of times I have wanted to give up,
Only for him to appear,
Sometimes only for a few seconds,
To whisper comfort in my ear,
Sometimes for the whole night,
To hold me as I cried in fear.
He never stays long enough,
For me to offer my thanks.
But I know next time i need him,
He will be there,
Ready to restore my hope and faith,
Or just to give me a comforting embrace.
An original Poem By me.