I've seen the angels that our children see in play.
I see the angels everyday.
They shape our young into what they become.
Even as they read a story of a pear and a plum.
I've seen the angels fly around,
Even as our children frown.
I've seen the angel's special tricks.
As our little ones are in great conflicts.
But as the world thinks of me.
Oh yes, I truly see,
The angels guarding my sweet ones
when they kneel and pray with their mums.
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This reminds me of the wind. You cannot see it, but you know it is there. Does this mean that the wind is an imagination as well? Great write here.
Cheers,
Tim
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
Love from India - Joel -
Cheers,
Tim