DEAR ANGEL

DEAR ANGEL 

This is a poem that came about during my work with the ascended masters. Thanks to Purely Kwan yin/Annette Straight my mentor and guide while i learned about the ascended masters and how they would fit in with my spiritual journey.
 The dear angel poem has a long story and helped a grieving father reconnect to his daughter in spirit .i've also found its be a help to others as they go about there day ,giving them that push to keep going no matter what is ahead of them. 








Dear angel of the morning 
come into my life 
Oh angel of the morning 
take away my striff 
Dear angel of the the day 
take my woes away
Oh angel of the day 
help me fly away 
Dear angel of the evening 
take my stress away
Oh angel of the evening 
give me strength to play 
Dear angel of the night 
keep the demons away
Oh  angel of the night
keep me safe until the break of day
..............................................
Dear Angel (lyrics)
as i saw you laying there
holding on to the life 
that we made with each other
desperate for a prayer 
these words came out of thin air 

Dear angel of the morning 
come into our life 
Oh angel of the morning 
take away our strife
Dear angel of the the day 
take our woes away
Oh angel of the day 
help us fly away 

i can see what ive done wrong 
i can see that sharp curve 
in the air and i can sit back
 and look at you knowing 
i can put everything right 
with the words of a simple
prayer 

Dear angel of the evening 
take our stress away
Oh angel of the evening 
give our strength to play 
Dear angel of the night 
keep the demons away
Oh  angel of the night
keep us safe until the break of day

this is what i pray for everyday 
this is want i want for so our love
wont go astray 
this is what i pray for everyday
.................................

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