My Guardian Angel

My precious guardian angel;
My someone in the sky . . .
Yet I be poor . . . still I am rich,
As "Solomon" am I.

Gabriel of all my dreams;
you soothe me in my sorrow . . .
And understand when I am weak
with strength for each tomorrow.

A mighty hand that pulls me back
from in the jaws of death . . .
Also rocked me in the hour
I took my first small breath.

Does your sweet heart break from feeling
that we fail to care?
It takes God's children far too long
to realize you're there.

Angel of mine, Jesus sends you
at my beck and call
Near at hand to dash me up
and help me break my fall.

Angel with your mighty wings
you fan me when I'm faint
Night and day you stand and watch
with patience of a Saint.

God made you His Messenger
of His redeeming love.
Ever will I offer praise
unto that throne above.

Loving you and trusting you,
My weary soul to keep.
I hear the brush of Angels' wings
as I drift off to sleep.

Poetry - Jill Fantinã