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Tiny Angel 
*I am a tiny angel
*I'm smaller than your thumb,
*I live in peoples pocket,
*That's where I have my fun.
*I don't suppose you've seen me,
*I'm too tiny to detect,
*Though I'm with you all the time,
*I doubt we've ever met.
*Before I was an Angel...
*I was a fairy in a flower,
*God, Himself, hand-picked me,
*And gave me Angel power.
*Now God has many Angels
*that He trains in Angel pools,
*We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
*We become His special tools.
*And because God is so busy,
*With way too much to do,
*He said that my assignment
*Is to keep close watch on you.
*When He tucked me in your pocket
*He blessed you with Angel care
*Then told me to never leave you,
*And I vowed always to be there.
*I'm your Guardian Angel...
Friends Are Like
Angels
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Beautiful ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
 With the most precious things
Author Unknown
 
Do You Believe?
Guarding they swoop to save a small child,
winging their way through the world.
Hearts of pure gold, mannerisms so mild,
helping with their wings unfurled.
Angels you see, but don't quite make out,
watching over us day by day.
Seeing, in life, there leaves little doubt-
about what keeps the devil at bay.
If  you believe, they are there for us all,
with kindness, making sure all is right.
Believe and they'll pick you up when you fall.
And calm your fears all through the night.
Author Unknown
O For a thousands tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace.
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Jesus! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
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He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.
God's Borrowed Angel
He sits by the window, eyes swollen with tears.
Inside's a frail body of seven short years.
He watches, in grief, while other kids play-
out in the snow or maybe the rain.
A reflection of defeat shows clear on the pane.
"There's no one to play with. No friends of my own.
Mommy, will it all change when I'm grown?"
He's God's borrowed angel, only here for awhile.
Why must his face be missing a smile?
How can I tell him this won't always be?,
Someday he'll laugh, run, and play free-
of the pain and the sorrow that plagues this small boy.
"God, give me strength to show only joy."
I must show him joy!
For he's God's borrowed angel, but he's MY little boy.
There are special days, at Grandma's, it's true.
But these don't make up for times in-between,
when all he can do is lay and daydream,
of riding a horse or climbing a hill.
Of just being normal- Yes, someday he will.
You can't know the heartache 'less you, too, have shared-
the love of a child who thinks if you cared-
you'd make ALL things possible in his little eyes.
It breaks my heart to cover up the lies,
of soon being normal or of no more pain.
This will not happen 'til he's recalled and God's once again.
Some day God will set aside a place for angels like him.
He'll call them together and say with meek smile,
"You've all done great service for people down there.
You've taught them to feel and you've taught them to care.
I'm sorry you've suffered, as I, for mankind.
But, that's why you're 'special' and angels of mine.
I hope that the pain is worth what you've learned.
'Cause even the smallest of wings must be earned."
Then, the borrowed angels all run out to play.
Not a glimmer of pain, it's all gone away.
Author Unknown
Tranquility
Today I have sorrow and regrets.
Today I see through the eyes of the meek.
Yesterday I had hopes in tomorrow.
Today tranquility is all I seek.
Author Unknown
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Heavenly
Take my hand and walk with me to a far away place,
Where we can live freely, we can be ourselves.
Where togetherness is forever, 'you and I' never end.
Where gardens grow endlessly. God's love abounds.
Where hate is nonexistent. We live in peace and harmony.
Where death is not a part of our world.
Where pain has no place and sorrow unheard of.
Where we are all of one color, one race.
Where sunshine never has to leave our face.
Yes, here, in this heavenly place.
Author Unknown
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A Prayer For Angels
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I prayed for angels to guard you night and day
I prayed they would hover and keep harm away
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If you hear the swoosh of wings...
... or feel a gentle touch
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I know my prayer was heard today
and you are loved very much!
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Without A Cloud Between
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Without a cloud between; to see him face to face;
Not struck with dire amazement dumb, But triumphing in grace.
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Without a cloud between; To see Him as He is; O who can tell the height of joy,
The full transporting bliss.
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Without a cloud between; My longing spirit waits For that sweet hour,
from which my soul Its highest glory dates.
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Without a cloud between; Lord Jesus, haste the day, The morning bright
without a cloud, And chase our tears away.
Author unknown
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