Poems and Poetry: My Guardian Angel Watches Over Me
Soaring To Greater Height
My heart went up to God in sincere
Thankfulness that a pathway of my
Feet found out of mysterious dungeon
And straight to the warm arms of
I’d be mumbling the superstitious incantations
Of the powerless; please God help me.
The look in my brown eyes were
Such perfect windows for my thoughts,
Wide and naked with torment and despair.
I took my case to God’s tribunal and the
Sovereign hand that created my frame
And put life into it provided me with
Guardian angels to watch me and guide me.
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