I Could Not See the Angel
I could not see the angel,
Though I knew that she was there;
A special gift from God above …
… I felt her everywhere.
She was among the wind that blew,
She whispered through the breeze,
She sang to me through birds that flew,
Among the grove of trees.
And though I strained to hear the words,
She whispered to me then,
It was more of a feeling,
That my heart must comprehend.
For messages from God above,
Can come in many ways,
And in the quiet times I find
They lighten my dark days.
A momentary, feeling that
Will touch my very soul,
To form a warm and gentle hug,
Around my heart that’s full.
And if I listen closely to
The questions that I ask,
I have the faith that God will hear
And lesson my hard tasks.
For He will know and comfort me,
Through difficulties near,
And carry me through trying times,
Through sadness and through tears.
So if I don’t “see” angels wings,
Or “view” a falling star,
I know and trust my signs are deep ...
… Within "my very heart".