Yes, Tis True

Three angels visiting Abraham
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Oft I tend
to ignore,

The angels
among us,

For they tug
at my conscience,

Right to the
very core,

They pull me
in nobler directions,

Out of my
selfish self,

Until my
heart turns loose compassion,

With few
strings left,

There is no
better explanation,

For what I
have learned,

Angels are watching
over me,

And they work
hard for wings earned,

Angels that
are grounded,

Will stay
afoot I’ll bet,

For I am far
from perfect,

My feeble
ways are set,

My heart
calls out to angels,

To fill its
empty rooms,

But my
vanity has grown big and bold,

Over my life
it looms,

And angels
that I’ve known so well,

Over years
that quickly fly,

Wait at the
corners of my life,

Helping me
climb on by,

I might tell
you once or often,

There are
angels among us, tis true,

They come in
many guises,

there for me and you.



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