A Costly Interruption: The Sermon On the Mount, pt. 2 - Blessed
A Frail Old Angel
1. OLD ANGEL A FRAIL [email_address] Slides change automatically
2. Last night I had a dream It had a tale to tell; I dreamed I saw an angel ... Poor thing, she wasn't feeling well.
3. Her body bruised and battered, Her wings were ripped and torn; This angel could hardly walk, She looked so tired and worn.
4. I walked right up to her to ask, "Angel, how can this be?" She turned around and paused a bit, Then she spoke these words to me:
5. "I'm your Guardian Angel, A great task as you can see; You've run amok most of all your life, Look what it has done to me."
6. "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."
7. "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."
8. "You made me wish ... more than once, That I was unemployed; If only you could make it, Standing on your own."
9. "Oh, don't you fret or worry, But please try to remember ... I'm getting old and frail."
10. I could not believe all I had heard, Let alone how much she cared; I wept upon her shoulder, Then left her in despair.
11. The next day I sat and pondered, Should I really try? And in the distance I thought I heard ... A frail old angel cry.