He carved a headboard out of pine
And shaped it til’ a bird-shaped thing
Emerged. And then, he thought,
‘One could do worse
Than sleep beneath an angel’s wing’
‘Perhaps this wing will keep me safe
When darkness comes, when lights are dim
I’ll think of Psalms and sleep’, he said
But little did he know
What Heaven had in store for him
Until the day his daughter came
And with her daughter, rested there
And then he knew a miracle
Had waited patiently to come
In answer to his wooden prayer
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
He carved a headboard out of pine
And shaped it til’ a bird-shaped thing
Emerged. And then, he thought,
‘One could do worse
Than sleep beneath an angel’s wing’
‘Perhaps this wing will keep me safe
When darkness comes, when lights are dim
I’ll think of Psalms and sleep’, he said
But little did he know
What Heaven had in store for him
Until the day his daughter came
And with her daughter, rested there
And then he knew a miracle
Had waited patiently to come
In answer to his wooden prayer
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