God heard him sing
And got carried away
So He took him from us
To sing in heaven all day
He made him an angel
And gave him his wings
Now he sits with the choir
And sings for the King
Singing songs of praise
unending worship, glorifying Him
Now I see the reason why
God made Him an angel...with wings
I forgive the tautology (don't all angels have wings?) and instead admire the spirit that conceived this wonderful tribute to someone loved, lost and admired for ever and ever. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ .
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This is beautiful, touching and hopeful. We can look forward to the possibility of becoming one of God's angels, if not here on earth, possibly in Heaven and we too will earn our wings. I love this poem and will make it one of my favourites. The wonderful trio did it again. Melvina