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Angels watching...
and what do they see?

The child of God
in the heart of me?

Or anger and hatred?
or beauty or beast?

Or glutton for sorrow
at suicide's feast?

I turn from myself
my fear and despair...

And come to the Lord
to enter His lair,

Then demons of death
take flight in the night

And angels who watch
see, I bask in His light

With honest thanksgiving,
remorse for my sin

And hope for the morrow
where joy shall begin.

By Twyla Sorrells


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