When I was in a doctor’s care
I prayed each day that God be there.
Let an angel with me abide
Until I'm happy deep inside.
Let something good occur again
And end this judgment of my sin.
Roll back the clouds of darkest drear
And please, acknowledge that I'm here.
My life has lain in ruin three years
And a river I've cried of tears.
In Angelic apparition,
An answer to this petition
In the form of a friend, a nurse
Saying, "My cousin shares your curse,
He’s in the survivor’s sin
Her turmoil rises deep within.
Her accusation's surely false,
You'd need only feel her pulse
To see the torment in her mind.
This thing repression you will find
Only exists within the cult
That makes its money on insults."
To her my story did unfold
How this deception had its hold
And patiently she did listen
As I glimpsed her halo glisten.
Then once again she spoke to me,
"Go back to God, now don't you flee,
Don't seek for credibility
Receive again your sanity."
She connected me to my past
With information very vast
Using a scrapbook now dated,
Pictures, letters antiquated,
And reminders of that old car
I had driven so very far
Just to take her with her brother
For a visit with their mother.
She arose, left and closed the door.
Would she return? My heart would soar!
She made me happy, that is so,
Angels have THAT habit. You know! |
