I love to hear the rain outside,
As I lie here in my bed.
The peaceful, quiet of the night,
With raindrops falling overhead.
Then comes the lightening,
And thunder rolling on,
Makes being inside so warm and cozy,
Feeling safe to be at home.
I like to see the raindrops,
As they run down the window pane,
Like tears from the eyes of angels,
As they watch over me again.
I know God sends angels,
At times we're unaware.
He has special guardian angels,
Watching over us with care.
You may not be able to see them,
At least know who they are,
It could be a blue bird in a tree,
Or a hungry stranger at your door.
Angels don't ever come,
With big white feathery wings.
They could be someone on the street,
Or any other thing.
Just be careful when you meet someone,
Even if it's just a stranger,
It could be one that God has sent,
A very special messenger.
Faye Reyenga ©
2 / 13 / 2007