My Sweet Angel Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

My sweet angel had softly spoken,
Words of comfort in my soul
And in my ear He whispers 'Child, don't be afraid, '
I'll protect you all the way...

With a sword of truth, He stands right beside me,
And defends me beneath his spreaded, holy wings...
He's always there ready to guide me, in everything I do,
And to fight for me in any bad circunstances I fall in...

My sweet angel never tires, or to my Father tells complains,
He always gives me a shoulder, where my sorrows I can cry on,
And from every danger, He always tries to keep me safe
And puts up with all my wicked and foolish ways...

My sweet Angel will never quit or grow weak on me,
He's always there to protect me and all the way,
And from satan's clutches He delivers me safe and whole,
From each and every wickness, I come in contact with...