| Hidden Wings When we look for angels, we look for halos and wings; But sometimes angels come, as many different things. God sent us one of these angels, and Andrew was his name; A Grandson, Son, and Brother, but an angel just the same. We could glimpse a bit of Heaven, it wasn't hard to see; Cause Andrew showed his love, to friends and family. And for this special angel, his work here now is done; Angel wings are certain, for this very precious one. Author Sharon D. Morgan |
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