POEM - Come to me my Angels

Come to me my Angels

Come to me my Angels,
With wings as white as snow.
Because you mean so much to me,
Although you already know.

Come to me my Angels,
With skin so pure and bright.
Although we know you’re always there,
You’re always out of sight.

Come to me my Angels,
When I am very low.
Help me through this sad time now,
Because I need you so.

Come to me my Angels,
In the special angelic way.
To relax my mind and body,
As I kneel down here to pray.

Come to me my Angels,
Cos we like to feel you near.
Like white clouds on a winter’s day,
With sun shining from the rear.

Come to me my Angels,
With spirit and with love.
Whilst flying here from heaven,
Like a big white turtledove.

Come to me my Angels,
Every time you hear me pray.
Then I know that you’ll be with me,
On our gods calling day.



Written by
David Boyce
12 September 2003