Have you ever seen an angel? [1]
Well, one just tripped by.
Her hair the color of harvested straw.
Her eyes? The color of the sky.
She’s the littlest child with a Bryan name,
She lives with me and my sweet dame.
And this morning as I saw her,
Cheeks rosy in health,
I thought of the angels God made in His wealth.
And I don’t know how many angels God has,
I suppose a billion or three,
But I’m very glad He gave one to us,
To share, this side of eternity.
– eab, 11/76
[1] “Angel” is here used tongue-in-cheek.
