A gathering of angels

A gathering of angels

Each morning she slept

In awe of her beauty

From which they were kept

A gathering of angels

Stood 'round while she cried

To take 'way her pain 

They all would have died 

A gathering of angels

Prayed lift her from bed

Invisibly dressing 

With crown on her head

A gathering of angels

Held steady her hand

Walked 'cross the town square

All at her command

A gathering of angels 

Followed everywhere

Always by her side 

Though she'd not sense them near 

A gathering of angels

Both laughter and tears

Had followed her 'round

For all of her years

They wept when she wept

Laughed when she did 

Showered light on her smile

And frowned when it hid

This gathering of angels

Didn't catch her from fall

But cleaned her wounds

And kiss'ed them all

This gathering of angels

Would always be near

For God had ordained it

For her, the Lord cared 

©johnfklee