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A Watching Angel
by Amanda Wentland
I go to bed, I fall asleep,
I see an imprint of him herding sheep.
I wake up, I open my eyes
I see his creation from ground to the skies.
As school comes, I get ready
I hear his footsteps behind me, smooth and steady
I hear his voice quietly calling my name.
The voice is so comforting, always the same.
As the day ends, I lie in bed
Visions of him creep into my head
I pray for things that to me are precious
Then I whisper, "I love you, Jesus."
Then I awake and begin my schedule
I thank the lord for my watching angel
By Amanda Wentland
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