We live with angels all around
In these sleepy little towns
They take no credit for themselves
They are just women at the well
In the mirror they see a sinner
Not a warrior or winner
But in their heart, they are a saint
With the new world to paint
We live with angels
They are in the silence
We live with angels
Know they are present
We live with angels
They’re mothers in the crosshairs
For migrant children in despair
They’re making bread for the poor
Greeting them at the door.
These angels shine bright in dark bars
In factories and beat up cars
They energize a full classroom
Knowing someone there will bloom
We live with angels
They walk among us
We live with angels
And they cuss and fuss
We live with angels
by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs
writers note: This piece was written in my mind over days, and it was influenced by song titled "Too Many Angels" by Jackson Browne who I had chance to see in last weeks. The angels I know would never claim to be angels, and those claim to be champions are paupers not worthy of Jesus love. But love he promises, and will deliver to the tax collectors, to the border protectors, and to the innocent of the world. We have a world with a hand we're dealt, let's try to spread love of an angel while we're naturally born sinners.
Photo linked to : Meet the Women credited to Gregory Bull/AP/REX/Shutterstock
