That’s The Trouble With Angels

They are beautiful for my eyes to behold.
They are majestic as they fly across my soul.
Mountains can tumble down to the shore.
Rivers can flow forevermore.
Angels can wander till at deaths door.
They can’t love you with a love untold.
They can’t promise forever to hold.
Angels can sings sweet lullabyes.
Angels can dry the tears from your eyes.
Angels can’t feel love in their hearts.
This is the reason Angel’s love never starts.
So beautiful are they to all human eyes,
Yet so empty inside unlike heavenly skies.
That’s the trouble with angels!
That’s the trouble so blue.
That’s the trouble with angels.
That’s why God sent me you!

Written by Sybil Shearin (c) 6-2002

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