Caged
Caged is the fate of angels,
no ability left to fly.
Caged is the fate of angels,
no ability left to try;
when sinners dare to never care
if acts performed are judged,
and fail to ask forgiveness,
while angels wait unloved,
no prayers directed to their realm,
none spoken nor in thought,
no prayers that come to justify
their presence seldom sought.
But angels know it takes just one
to free them from that place,
one still, small voice to make that choice
for an Angels warm embrace.
A cry, a whisper, the faintest plea
and one of them will fly,
for every lost or needy soul
the Angels care to try.
From infants to the elderly,
they hear each trembling voice,
and though they hope for many more,
in Heaven they rejoice.
For Angels have a blessed task,
a task we all must know;
to help, and love, and offer hope,
so thoughts of Angels grow.
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