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| My Angel I have an angel So sweet and dear Never far away He's always near Though I miss him dearly Memories I recall One here and one there Then all at once flooded by them all Life goes on It seems such a pity Then I think of that glorious city Where one day very soon I'll stand in Christ glory With my angel in the room Oh what a blessed day When together we stand before Him And say Glory to God in the highest As the angels join in we sing him praises Oh how these thoughts dry up a tear I pray this day will be very near original poem by Carla Ratcliff Andy's mother 12/01/02 do not reprint without permission email me for permission |
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