The Angels Came On a dark and dreary morning Watching gentle, falling rain, It makes me think of all my tears When, for loved ones, the angels came. It seems that as the years go by, I'm more and more alone, As one by one my loved ones leave, The angels came to take them home. When my life on earth comes to an end, When the angels come one day, I will not fear my journey. Jesus will be with me all the way. I have named Christ as my Saviour, And, to God, I hope He will say, "Father let them through the gate. They followed me, let them in, I pray." Copyright - Gloria Martel |
