Where Angels Play
Were Angels PlayFor high upon this mountain top,
The breath of God blows--never stops.
For here I lay across these feildsof grain.
Watching the Heavensfloat across theplains.
As the day turns to ninght,
and night into day,
the wonderous feeling,
watching the Angels play.
The tree tops soar- to Heavens floor It's here-were Angels play
for ever more The dove so white,
the stars glitter brite,like heavens light,
through out the night.
For High apon this Mountain top,
where the breath of God blows-never stos.
for here i lay hope and pray
the Angel in me will one day play.......mike.v.
Michel Angelo Valdez
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