Chorus
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.
To guide us with a light of love.

When life held troubled times,
and had me down on my knees.
There's always been someone there
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 kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.

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.
To guide us with a light of love.

They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places.
To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need.

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.
To guide us with a light of love.
To guide us with a light of love.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares
of a quilt in many piles, an Angel sat before each of us
sewing our quilt squares together
into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile,
I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares were.
They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled
with a part of my life that had been difficult,
the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life.
I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares,
other than a tiny hole here and there.
The other tapestries were filled with rich color
and the bright hues of worldly fortune.
I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together,
threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed,
held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth.
The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries.
So filled their lives had been.
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame.
I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes.
I had love in my life, and laughter, but there had also been
trials of illness, and death, and false accusations
that took from me my world, as I knew it.

I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the
temptation to quit, only to some how muster the strength
to pick up and begin again.
I spent many nights on my knees in prayer,
asking for help and guidance in my life.
I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully,
each time offering it up to the Father
in hopes that I would not melt within my skin
beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth.
My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others
who stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me.
Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ.
Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes.
He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me,
it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside
and let Me shine through, until there was
more of Me than there was of you."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn,
allowing Christ to shine through.