Arms of an Angel
Arms of an angel are reaching out for me
To take me to a place where I am not ready to be
I feel her warmth and I feel her love
For I feel everything that is good pours from her above
I cannot explain why I do not let her take my hand
And guide me to a placed called ‘the promised land'
Although I have moved myself away
I know that we'll meet again some other day
For when that time comes and is right for me
I'll grasp her hand and fly with the angels for all eternity
But in the meantime it's nice to know
There's a beautiful angel watching over me whatever I do or wherever I go
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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