On the wings of angels fly
For your spirit never dies
You live and dance among the trees
In winters snow and summers breeze
You live in songs of robins nests
And babies laying on mothers breast
You live in autumns changing leaves
In all that God has made or sees
Your spirit lives within our hearts
Never will we truly part
Until the day we join with you
In evening rain and morning dew
For your spirit never dies
It grows wings, and learns to fly.

January 25, 2012