Angel

One day, I’ll be an angel
You may not see it
But, it’s happening
It’s happening right before your very eyes

All this suffering and pain
Brings me closer to Him
Multiplying my faith because
Becoming a Guardian isn’t meant to be easy

Radiant aura,
White robes,
Golden halo,
Heart of God

I will protect my people:
My brothers who fight worldly things
My sisters who strive for Godly things
Watch as my wings spread wide-
Shielding them from corruption

I will be their forgiveness
When they stray off the path
Accepting their repentance
Letting them know that imperfection isn’t a condemnation

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