Sat in a hospital waiting for God; I need some help, to pick me up. I’m going crazy, I’ve lost the plot; I’ve lost my way, without your love.
Stood before me are a cleaner and his twin brother; A serene presence glows around them both. They speak peaceful words, within the mundane And I immediately feel comforted by the holy ghost.
They talk to each other and I listen intensely, To every word looking for an answer. There is no-one else in the waiting room And in them I see Him or Her.
The God up above gave them religious names And I believe they are here when I needed to be saved. They mop up the floor like Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty And I see in them both, something Heavenly.
When I am at my lowest and in need of some help, They appeared before me and eased all my problems. They showed me Heavens gates, when I was living in Hell, Now I am sane once more, but angels should not be forgotten.