I’m walking with angels
Blessed each and everyday,
They guide me when I’m lost
Helping me find an easier way.
Gently they dry my eyes
The times that tears do fall,
Opening those doors of hope
When my backs against a wall.
So many fail to see them
Because there are no wings,
But I know that they’re there
From the happiness they bring.
In those times of trouble
Look to the ones He sends,
You’ll surely see your angels
And recognize them as friends.
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