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| I See An Angel Resting There Where you might see an empty chair, I see an angel resting there. His feet have grown weary and sore. He ought to rest before we travel more. You see, he watches over me. To my heart and mind, he holds the key. He catches me if I stumble and fall. He chides me if I sin at all. The paths I travel, all through the day, He follows, without too much to say. But, I know, if I should ever get lost, He'd guard my life, no matter the cost. But, I always know when dark is near. My soul is calm, I have no fear. For where you might see an empty chair, I see my angel resting there. © 2002 by Claytia Doran bbabe@1s.net |