Angels Amongst Us.
Prelude.
(spoken )
I was walking home from school
on a cold winter day,
took a short cut through the woods
and I lost my way.
It was gettin' late
and I was scared and alone
Then a kind old man
took my hand and led me home.
Mama couldn't see him,
but he was standin' there.
I knew in my heart,
he was the answer to my prayers.
Chorus:
Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
to show us how to live,
to teach us how to give,
to guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times
and had me down on my knees,
there's always been someone
to come along and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger
to lend a helping hand,
a phone call from a friend
just to say, "I understand".
Ain't it kinda funny
at the dark end of the road,
someone lights the way with just
a single ray of hope.
Repeat chorus.
Bridge:
They wear so many faces,
show up in the strangest places,
grace us with their mercies
in our time of need
Repeat chorus.

Written By : Becky Hobbs & Don Godman


HIS APOLOGIES
Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee...
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is *very* comfy with Thee.
Master, behold a Sinner! He hath committed a wrong.
He hath defiled Thy Premises through being kept in too long.
Wherefore his nose has been rubbed in the dirt and his self- respect has been bruised.
Master, pardon Thy Sinner, and see he is properly loosed.
Master, again Thy Sinner! This that was once Thy Shoe,
He has found and taken and carried aside, as fitting matter to chew.
Now there is neither blacking nor tongue, and the Housemaid has us in tow,
Master, remember Thy Servant is young, and tell her to let him go!
Master, extol Thy Servant, he has met a most Worthy Foe!
There has been fighting all over the Shop -- and into the Shop also!
Till cruel umbrellas parted the strife (or I might have been choking him yet),
But Thy Servant has had the Time of his Life -- and now shall we call on the vet?
Master, behold Thy Servant! Strange children came to play,
And because they fought to caress him, Thy Servant wentedst away.
But now that the Little Beasts have gone, he has returned to see
(Brushed -- with his Sunday collar on) what they left over from tea.
Master, pity Thy Servant! He is deaf and three parts blind.
He cannot catch Thy Commandments. He cannot read Thy Mind.
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness; nor make him that kitten's scorn.
He hath had no other God than Thee since the year that he was born.
Lord, look down on Thy Servant! Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease -- his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightnings and grant him a quick release!
by Rudyard Kipling

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