The broken wings of angels, They are so hard to see, Especially when those angels are not seen by you or me. From heaven they have fallen, A blessing from above. While giving up their home God chose them out of love. Their tongues silent in battle, Quiet wars waged within. Seeking out the lost and weary To right their way again. These angels never seeking To be fixed to fly away. Content to care for others, On this earth they choose to stay. But if their final breath be taken When their time has come, No mistake can be made; On earth God’s work was done. These broken winged angels take flight for one last time, From the grave into heaven, where heaven’s bells will chime. Although not comprehensible, It is easy to see, That God broke those angels’ wings Just for you and me.