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An Angel In My Pocket Blood running down my tear soaked face Running to my only hiding place I laid in a meadow Topped with peaceful dew Oh God I want to come to you Take me to heaven on a chariot of gold I don’t want to be beaten I don’t want to grow old I await your arrival Please come take me home Now fast asleep I’d fallen Lying in my final resting place Wondering if it were worth calling Thinking God too wouldn’t show his face I arose to truth and light As an Angel stood in my sight And peace entered my angered soul And beautiful truths there were told And God spoke to my heart I send this Angel on your behalf To be with you always His gifts are yours to carry Put him in your heart and lock it I give to you And never forget I gave to you An Angel in you pocket |
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