They used to call me, Angel!
They used to call me Angel, when I was two or three. Everyone said how lovely I was,
What a beauty,
I would be.
I reveled in their compliments, I prissed, and preened
Combed, and dressed;
I believed what they told me.
That fairness, beauty, grace, and pride, would
A life of ease, for me,
My suitors have been many, I even loved a few.
But for such a lovely Prim Donna,
They would never do.
Too crass, too plain, too poor, for you,
Nothing, dear, but a
Will ever, really, do.
In fairy tales, the prince’s so fine,
How could I not, want?
To make one
So handsome, he came a courtin, from money did he come.
His family’s name, royalty claimed,
All my dreams
Rolled into one
But money and fame, they often breed,
A man, who’s selfish,
Full of greed.
A man who looks so fine and true ,
As he says he’will
Take care of you.
Then when the wedding’s over, and
We talk of life’s great plans,
I realize too late, that all his plans are planned.
No room for me in his destiny,
I’m just to look, pretty and stand by his side, and
Give him children too, but
As for me and any of my life’s plans,
Well, that will,
What of romance? What of your love? That’s supposed to
What of that promise that you’ll adore, and
To make the two, a
I cry, I fight, I scream,
For what I feel, should,
It only makes him stomp and shout,
It only makes him,
In my tears and sorrow, I almost overlook,
The one thing that will save me:
My very favorite Book.
It’s called the Holy Bible,
And my aunt, did make it
She used to read the stories, of
Jesus and His love.
How to walk with my Savior,
And in His light to
So, I’ve written this little story, so
I could share with you: That the only,
Thing that matters, when all is said and done.
There’s no good man on this earth,
No not even one.
The only good one, you’ll ever find, is
One who left this world, behind.
One who gave himself, and follows, the Lord,
Then a real Man you will find.
Who’s good to you, and loves you true ,
Who, cares and adores, and,
Treats you, oh, so
A man who follows Jesus,
Is what you better,
Or you might find a prince like mine,
That you won’t want to,