The Angels
We are angels.
It is our hands
that cup the cheeks
of the ones we love.
It is our lips that kiss
the pain away,
to pass on God’s love.
We are angels.
It is our hard work
that earns the coins to share
a meal at dinner time;
clothe those who cannot clothe themselves,
and feed those left hungry;
creating God’s desired feast.
We are angels.
It is our hands that create.
It is our listening that supports.
It is our words that encourage.
It is our love
that gives life.
Unless we choose hate.
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