The Face Of An Angel - Poem by Frankie Richardson
The Lord Jesus Christ, King of Kings.
The savor, a friend, one thats
always there through each hour
of the day or night. His spirit, OH, is so real
you could touch.
In your darkest hour, he
will give you hope and
hide you under the shadows
of his wings. Peace he gives, joy he shares,
with love everlasting. His
hands are stretched out. He
is above and more than
all of the angels; and yet,
he has the face of an angel
for you and me.
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