Comments about Carol Rivers
My Guardian Angel
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
One night I had a dream, it left a tale to tell,
I dreamed I saw an angel, poor thing, he wasn’t well.
His body was bruised and battered.
His wings were ripped and torn.
I saw that he could hardly walk,
He looked too tired and worn.
I walked right up and asked him,
“How can this be? ”
He turned and paused a bit,
These words he spoke to me…
“I’m your Guardian Angel!
A great task as you can see.
You have run amuck all year,
Look what you’ve done to me.
These bruises are from shielding you,
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