I've heard the sound of angel wings,
Listen; they're fluttering near!
As the gentle voice of a Father called,
'Behold, my child, I'm here.'
His grace flew near in good times,
Bringing laughter and cheer,
Like the wings of a dove,
He sent His love,
Fluttering through the years.
His grace flew near a marriage,
Bringing the songs of joy,
With the wings of a dove,
He built a love,
Which time cannot destroy.
His grace flew near a family,
Given them children dear,
On the wings of a dove,
He watched with love,
Keeping them safe each year.
His grace flew near the aging,
Caring as though his own,
To the wings of a dove,
He guided with love,
An angel to a heavenly home.
His grace flew near in darkness,
When a fortress was needed to hide,
In the wings of a dove,
He kept His loves,
Safely by his side.
I've heard the sound of angel wings,
Listen; they're fluttering near!
For The gentle voice of the Father calls,
'Behold, my child is here! '
Jean Penner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-wings-3/
