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It had a tale to tell.
I dreamed I saw an angel;
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered
His wings were ripped and torn--
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to him to ask;
Angel? How can this be?
He turned around and paused a (bit),
Then he spoke these words to me:
"I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great task as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done to me.
These bruises are from shielding you
In times both dire and ill.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
A noble badge I wear;
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish--more than once-
That I was unemployed.
If only you could make it
Standing on your own;
Oh, don't you fret or worry--
But please try to remember--
I'm getting old and frail.
I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him in despair.
The next day I sat and pondered:
Should I really try?
And in the distance I thought I heard;
A frail old angel cry.
Flew down from above,
To teach me a lesson
About the powers of love.
She whispers to me,
Take a hold of my hand,
There are so many things
I wish you to understand.
About the powers of love,
And all it can do,
To someone who needs
To share it with you.
A pat on the back,
A kind smile on your face,
Can make someone's life,
A much brighter place.
It doesn't take much,
To show someone you care,
To give them the love,
God gave you to share.
So please keep in mind,
All the powers you possess,
To grace someone's life,
When they're in distress.
You've been put on this earth
To bestow the powers of love,
And with those final words,
She disappeared up above.
In thought and deed and, also, hymn
The message of God and His Wisdom great
His love, His wants for all our fate.
They bring on high their protection strong
To guide us all when things go wrong
To teach us patience when none exists
To help us see what blindness missed
To help us hear what deafness hides
To help us feel what touch denies
To give us peace when fighting's round
To fill us with love when hates abound
To encourage the feeling of a want to give
A feeling with which we all should live.
So in this season's darkest night
Within our souls doth shine a light
To warm us with forgiveness and sharing
And with compassion and, also, caring.
All these are sent from heaven divine
For the angels have brought them, 'tis God's Design.
--author unknown—