But none could be seen.
Desperate tears, and words of rage,
Misplaced anger labeled God as mean.
Sometimes you’re so worried,
So focused on one thing
That when the time has come
You don’t hear the angels sing.
But the Lord is so gracious,
And patient with His love;
All our lifelong worries
Look so small from above.
The eyes of human,
A blessed curse they be,
They can show you miracles
Or prove that you can’t see.
But Father’s angels wait
With wisdom in their hearts.
They know the Lord finishes
Everything He starts.
We struggle on
Too blind to know
Until we reap
What we sow.
On the day
That our hearts are aching,
We pray from our soul
To keep from breaking.
When that tear falls,
Sincere and true,
When our heart is soft to the Lord,
We become wholly new.
The relief of a light burden
And a yoke easy to bear,
Reminds us of all to be thankful for,
Reminds us of Christ’s care.
Our vision is restored;
Peace conquers fears;
Joy for our blessings,
Are the only cause of tears.
On your knees on the floor,
Your arms raised to the sky,
Finally, for once,
You don’t have to try.
Let the Lord take over,
Don’t overreact to things
And your ears will be opened
To the sound of an angel’s wings.
Age 16