destiny tatum


angels cry


There is always a calmness before the storm
The clouds are all darkened as they form
Thundering skies echo across the land
Untold signs are washed from the sand
It becomes all quiet and not a sound is heard
You can listen for voices but you hear not a word
Then like some magical wonder from above
The angels begin to cry and send down their love

Their tears are falling for you and for me
To touch us all and to set us all free
They send down their love with such beauty and grace
I lift up my head and let the tears touch my face
Washing our souls from the hurt that we feel
Washing our souls from the pain that is real
And when they have finished their crying all done
Those clouded skies depart to bring out the sun

And if you watch closely and look way up high
You will see a rainbow of colors appear in the sky
Colors of joy that are warm and not cold
God's given promise for us to hold

Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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