Oh sweet Angel of the sky,

You were not born to cry.

Though this body may not be your own,

Allow it to be your throne.

It lacks the wings for flight,

Because you were incarnated to bring some light.

Though this may not be your home,

Walk this earth as if it were your abode.

Soon, surely soon,

You will teach them to sing your tune;

Love, Love, Love!

Like those from above.

-S.A. Manful