"Missing Angels"
Maybe you have seen one of them.
Pray for these missing children
that they may be returned safely
into the loving arms of their families.
We pray for the Children
Who sneak popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those
who stare at photographers
from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street
in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes,"
who are born in places
where we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses
and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry
and forget their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store
and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
who never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
who want to be carried and for those who must,
who we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother and . . .
for those who will grab the hand
of anybody kind enough
to offer it.
Angels Among Us
I was walking home from school
on a cold winter day--
Took a shortcut through the woods
and I lost my way.
It was getting late and
I was scared and alone,
Then a kind old man took
my hand and led me home
Mama couldn't see him,
but he was standing there,
And I knew in my heart,
he was the answer to my prayer.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me
in our darkest hours
To show us how to live,
to teach us how to give,
And guide us with the light of love.
When life held troubled times
and had me down on my knees,
There's always been someone
to come along and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger
to lend a helping hand,
A phone call from a friend
just to say, "I understand."
And ain't it kinda funny
that the dark end of the road--
Someone lights the way with
just a single ray of hope.
They wear so many faces
show up in the strangest places,
Grace us with their mercies
in our time of need.
TO GUIDE US WITH THE
LIGHT OF LOVE.
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