Hands of An Angel

Written May 2005

The hands of an angel reach from heaven,
Come on down and pick your seven.
One by one, the arms reach passed,
Waiting to see which ones won't last.
As each person takes their place,
This is their end to the human race.
"Please don't take him, he can't go."
His wife won't let you, she said "No."
You cannot take him 'cause she's alone,
She has no one but here dad at home.
The hands of the angel have reached before,
Now they have to reach for him no more.
To take him up to Heaven's Stair,
Faith and love he knows he must share.
"Don't worry now, he's safe here.
After all, he's in the hands of an angel, dear."