The Angel with Scabbed Wings
This Angel......He bled right next to me,Scabbed wings from his reality,He stood all bruised and worn,His drapery - tattered and torn.I couldn't believe it,An angel bled past his limit,Shouldn't have shed one drop,But the bleeding - it would not stop.I saw pain through his eyes,He had fallen straight from the skies,God pushed him from his cloud,And he fell into a dung mound.The tears that burnt his face,Fell down as I saw his disgrace,He cursed the God he knew,He looked up at the sky so blue.Wav'ring a broken hand,He picked up the wing that was scabbed.He saw me standing thereCaught my glaze in a snare.He spoke no words but spatAt the consuming dirty factThat he had been deprived of......God's love.Angel with a Scabbed WingMay we learn a lesson from you,When we learn that God loves,It's almost always never true.in dedication to my fallen angel...... Written December 1st, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 01:39 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"This Angel......He bled right next to me,Scabbed wings from his reality,He stood all bruised and worn,His drapery - tattered and torn.I couldn't believe it,An angel bled past his limit,Shouldn't have shed one drop,But the bleeding - it would not stop.I saw pain through his eyes,He had fallen straight from the skies,God pushed him from his cloud,And he fell into a dung mound.The tears that burnt his face,Fell down as I saw his disgrace,He cursed the God he knew,He looked up at the sky so blue.Wav'ring a broken hand,He picked up the wing that was scabbed.He saw me standing thereCaught my glaze in a snare.He spoke no words but spatAt the consuming dirty factThat he had been deprived of......God's love.Angel with a Scabbed WingMay we learn a lesson from you,When we learn that God loves,It's almost always never true.in dedication to my fallen angel........."