by Rhonda
You gave me an angel
To call my own
A friend from Heaven
And a sister from the heart
Only one letter different
Her name stands alone
Different from the rest
In my heart alone,
The letters of sisterhood
Do not come from the alphabet
No God
They come from you neighborhood
Thank you God
For this Angel of mine
I'll keep her in my heart,
Until it is time,
Sent from God
In a human form
Sent to me
To
Enrich
Rhonda's world
How
Oh God,
Oh Lord,
Did you hear my plea?
by Rhonda
She walks throught life
All torn apart in fear,
From her face
You will see no tears.
With scratches and bruises,
She looks to the sky
And she cries:
God send me an angel
Make her sweet and nice,
Have your way
With my torn apart life.
A few weeks later
She meets a girl,
The biggest angel
In the whole wide world.
With tears of happiness and joy,
She looks to the sky
And she cries:
Thank you God
She's so sweet and nice,
Thank you God
For healing my life.
Two years later
She stands at her grave,
As she thinks
She wipes her face.
With tears of peace and wormth,
She looks to the sky
And she cries:
Thank you God
She was so sweet and nice,
Thank you God
For healing my life.
by Rhonda
As I sit here in the silence,
I'm undone.
In the middle of a crounded room,
I'm undone.
With your right hand you hold me,
With your left hand you dust me off
You give me eyes so I can see,
And you hold me a box.
In that box is a letter addressed to me,
In fancy letters my name I see.
I open the letter to find
Your promise is all mine.
With your hand you tap my right shoulder twice,
Along with my left.
I look behind
To see wings of beautiful feathers.
I look down and see a white dress
And I look around to find a city of gold.
Here there is no press,
Just a city of the bold.
Then I see a man wit ha beard,
Jesus is his name.
He is Your son,
And He fits in my heart.
I lock up my locket
As You give me a hug.
Never let me forget,
No, give me one last hug.
Then I hear a loud beep,
It's my alarm, how cheap.
Then I look behind me to see a white dress
And wings... the wings of glory.
by Rhonda
The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
Is a a child sleeping,
Having childhood dreams.
Cozily sleeping,
Soft and sound,
In arms of Glory;
The best thing around.
Running,
Jumping,
Dancing
With joy.
A pretty spring dress
Covers her wings,
She's headed off west
To more beautiful things.
Children all around,
Flowers covering the ground,
She will stay until morning,
And dance all around.
The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
Is a child sleeping
Having childhood dreams.