Her wings how scorched they became
Shedding light to others from nigh to day
Everlasting in her love, to each she became just what was
Needs fulfilled tenderly, each touch caress a measure of love
To give of herself destined she was
She gently caressed each brow before her hand with love
Guiding and leading in her wake the brightness to her quake

She was sent from heaven above
To soothe the aching of one love
But evil had its day, taking apart another love start
The lord let her sit there and ponder, to know the love hath gone under
He let her be the light to which others might see
If only a glimmer of what was to be
For she was his child, to touch upon others a light without guile
An angel in child’s form bringing light to darkness in her stumbles

The Lord he had plan’s for this little angel he sent
Her golden hair to flow in heavenly glow
The years spent in youthful assent
To other’s pain she may ease, with mercy he had sent thee
The Lord he decided a gift she so deserved
To show her the love that he so held for her
Angel’s needing reminding of the Lord’s full grace
And angel to her he sent in his place, to love and to hold and cherish his kind

He gifted this angel with the greatest exhaltation
That which his own dear mother had truly blessed
To give of one’s own true flesh for the world full of sin and digress
This angel how she did stumble upon this one tribulation
To know the ache and pain human heartache can endure
Weathered from one heart must be torn the love of a mother be born
King Solomon’s wisdom placed on the mantel
True mother give of her child for a child’s life is to be

This angel stumbled and clamored so
Life blood of humanly disgrace unfold
She screamed and she shouted turning her back so as dark clouds withered below
The stumbles, the falls, the heartache, the pain
Human desires to be of no blame
Evil words written to offend an angel of the Lord turned in sin
The wreckage of such a young seraph wings broken under such shame
She raises her weary head in exhault, Lord I am no good without thee, Holy Holy Holy is thee

Tears flow in humanly form down the bosom upon her sworn
He reaches his hand in loving kind brushes the tears once again for thine
Reach out once again dear angel to one that I want to be mine
He lifts her just a bit to look back out to this evil pit
Raise a light it must be to be planted for me
Not once, not twice, but three times a must in stumbles of the dust
Burning brightly one must to break the chains of the crust
Bring hope and forgiveness to this fight