Upon her wings like Mockingbird,
Swinging sweetly to beleaguered babes,
Admits us to her Heart's herd,
Lo - the soul's sweetest abade,
A beatitude that makes me calm,
Bring joy and happiness,
Enveloping me in care to protect from fear, of harm,
A creature of most affecting tenderness,
To us, you will be always near,
Your light shrouds the sun and moon,
Your memory stokes not little tear,
But is a thought on which all heart's can swoon,
Angel of Peace, thy heart is true,
Proof of God's art in the creation of You.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
Upon her wings like Mockingbird,
Swinging sweetly to beleaguered babes,
Admits us to her Heart's herd,
Lo - the soul's sweetest abade,
A beatitude that makes me calm,
Bring joy and happiness,
Enveloping me in care to protect from fear, of harm,
A creature of most affecting tenderness,
To us, you will be always near,
Your light shrouds the sun and moon,
Your memory stokes not little tear,
But is a thought on which all heart's can swoon,
Angel of Peace, thy heart is true,
Proof of God's art in the creation of You.
