"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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Angel’s Song


The hills are crowned with glory and grace

The fields are blossoming, heather and lace

What is this touch upon my face?

“Be still, my child, be still”



The trees are robed in their garments sublime

They call to me from a place beyond time

Whose wings are these that beat so Divine?

“Be still, my child, be still”.



The air is full of wondrous tones

They fill my body and thrill my bones

What is this love I never have known?

“Be still, my child, be still”



Then like a dream or a song that must end

I bid farewell to my dear angel friend

How may I ever find you again?

“Be still, my child, be still”.