The Flight of Angels

In the huddle of every life

There will come a time

When sweet providence rears its head

And wants to take us away from here

To a level that we can’t see

With these faltering eyes,

Lifted up on angel wings

Riding high with no fear.

 

In the flight of angels,

No more worries and no more cares,

Gently folded in angel arms,

Lifted up above all despair,

Taken into that Promised Land,

No more crying and no goodbyes,

In the flight of angels

Where no one ever dies.

 

I was lost with a tortured soul,

Tossing, turning all night,

Trying hard just to understand

The subtle differences of wrong and right.

Then the angels reached out to me,

Lifted my veil of gray,

Led me into the sweetest light,

Took my fears away.

 

In the flight of angels….