Angel's wings everywhere,
handling people with great care.
With their wings, they can fly,
soaring on right through the sky.
They are the special people God has chosen
to go into the world, not stay frozen.
They tell us when we do wrong.
They come down to us and sing their song.

They are God's messengers, day after day,
doing their job without any pay,
sent down to us from above,
sometimes as human, sometimes as dove.
Thank You, Lord, for angel wings,
Thank You, Lord, for everything.

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