. . . ANGEL . . . An angel once lay 'neath my heart, A promise of life to come; My little babe, was resting there, Yet, would not follow me home. My tiny, precious angel, Had plans unknown to all, For my Angel heard the voice of God, And hastened to His call. My Angel flew on fragile wings, Into the Father's arms; To slumber there in peaceful rest, Untouched by earthly harms. So, slumber there my precious child, Till I can come to you; I'll keep you here, deep in my heart, Till my journey on earth is through. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©2001 ~ All Rights Reserved