Just A Touch Of Heaven - Poem by Rachel Fogle
A little girl late for school one day, running to catch her bus,
Falls down and scrapes her knee and the tears start to run.
Then out of no were a man come to aid, he says don't cry my darlin and angels lookin your way.
And he take's her hand an he bends his knee to help the hurt she suffered and to take away her fears.
She looks at him so innocent through eyes so clear and calm,
Cause she see's a hero in his eyes and he smiles caused he's helped her get along.
Take my hand and I'll guide you there, God's always watching he's always there.
So when you feel that breeze on that one and only day, he's letting you know he's not that far away.
Just A Touch of Heaven and it will be alright. God help's those in trouble even if it takes time.
Don't loose faith or direction, let the love come from your heart and it will guide you to heaven and make you feel alright.
A mother who's lost her child or a man who's lost his wife, there hurt is the but the heartache is miles apart.
They both want answer's they don't understand, how he could cause this pain and how he can't see.
And the only answer he can give them is always the same.
I know I've hurt you but I've helped them ease there pain, it was cruel to let them suffer so the angels brought them to me.
I will cure there pain and help you heal your hurt if only you would listen and take me at my word.
So, just take my hand and I'll guide you there.
I'm alway's watching, I'm alway's there.
When you feel that breeze it's just my reassurance, it's to give you strength and added courage.
Just A Touch of Heaven is all it will ever take, I'll always help those in trouble no matter what it take's.
Never loose faith in who I am, never loose sight or direction.
I'll always have room in my kingdom, heaven's a very big place, and my angel's are always looking to also come to your aid.
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