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….

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