| My Book Angel by Shirley McNeilly |
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Since my angel went away, I wished O'er and o'er, that I could see her Once again come running through The door. Grab my neck, and pull me down And on my lap she'd be With her picture book in hand, she'd Grin, and read to me. Every picture was a word, and each One she explained. There was Buzz the dog, Mew the Cat, for each she had a name. But on this day when she came in Joy was in her eyes Her questions was of angels, and if They really fly. She told me of the angel, that she was With all day. And said a place called heaven was Where the angels stay. She hugged my neck tight and with a Grin said to me, "Jesus lives in heaven, and to Him I must Go read. Angels are ok, and they are pretty too, but Jesus made a place for me, and Things for me to do. He has a real big lap that he wants me to sit On, while I read to Him this book, The one you call His own. Soon the angel will come for me, that is What she said, so I will hug you now And read this book, we've always read. Momma when I leave please don't weep, You see I will be with Jesus and He'll Take care of me. And when Jesus sends the angel to bring you Here to Him, I'll have a book with words And to you I'll read again. And We will be rejoicing, singing praises to our King the one who has it all, and yet Gave everything.. |
| © 2002 Shirley McNeilly |
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