Frail
Old Angel
Last night I had a dream
It had a tale to tell.
I dreamed I saw an Angel;
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered
His wings were ripped and torn
This Angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to him to ask;
Angel? How can this be?
He turned around and paused a (bit),
Then he spoke these words to me:
"I'm Your Guardian Angel,
A great task as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done to me.
These bruises are from shielding You
In times both dire and ill.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill.
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish
more than once-
That I was unemployed.
If only you could make it
Standing on your own;
Oh, don't you fret or worry
but please try to remember
I'm getting old and frail.
I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him in despair.
The next day I sat and pondered
Should I really try?
And in the distance I thought I heard
A Frail Old Angel Cry.
Author Unknown
Song playing "Angel Band"
Sung by The Rockin' Chair Misfits
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