Hallelujah (The Angel Child)
She stands alone
Before His throne
Waiting to do his bidding
She thinks of the day
The day she was born
Among fey aflitting
Rocking in the cradle
Among roses and thorn
In a meadow of milk and honey
A tiny child
Sweet and mild
Without a care in the world
White feathery wings unfurl
Deep blue eyes shine
White hair, loosely curled
Angels singing softly
Flying high and lofty
Joyful dancing and twirling
Jangling beads of silver, sterling
All God's people in Heaven, singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.....
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I've found that I have developed a sudden fascination with angels.... So, I dug through my old poems and found this.
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Hallelujah (The Angel Child), which
was posted on Aug 12, 2011 by
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"I've found that I have developed a sudden fascination with angels.... So, I dug ..."
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