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Sep 2015
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.
Daniel Gambill
Written by
Daniel Gambill  NC
     --- and PoetryJournal
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