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J2004 - MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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My precious guardian angel; My someone in the sky . . .
Yet I be poor . . . still I am rich, As "Solomon" am I.
Gabriel of all my dreams; you soothe me in my sorrow . . . And
Understand when I am weak with strength for each tomorrow.
A mighty hand that pulls me back from in the jaws of death . . . Also
Rocked me in the hour I took my first small breath.
Does your sweet heart break from feeling that we fail to care?
It takes God's children far too long to realize you're there.
Angel of mine, Jesus sends you at my beck and call
Near at hand to dash me up and help me break my fall.
Angel with your mighty wings you fan me when I'm faint
Night and day you stand at watch with patience of a Saint.
God made you His Messenger of His redeeming love.
Ever will I offer praise unto that throne above.
Loving you and trusting you, My weary soul to keep.
I hear the brush of Angels' wings
as I drift off to sleep.
EVERYTIME A BELL RINGS
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Everytime
A bell rings…
An angel
Gets his
Wings.
AN ANGELS' WORK
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* can be framed in a 5x7 heart mat
An
Angels'
Work is never
Done.
SLEEPYTIME ANGEL ( BOY )
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Accidents and hassles arrive with little boys
Skinned up knees and elbows,
Tossed and scattered toys.
But when his head begins to nod
Secure in my safekeeping…
I must be mistaken,
For I see and angel
Sleeping!
SLEEPYTIME ANGEL ( GIRL )
*original poetry by : Margie Starkeã
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Tattletales and whimpers arrive with little girls.
Lacey bows and ribbons ©©©
Tousled, scattered curls. ©
But when her head begins to nod
Secure in my safekeeping… ©
I must be mistaken
For I see an angel
Sleeping!
PRECIOUS LITTLE CHILDREN
*original poetry by : Margie Starkeã
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Precious
Little
Children
are
God's own sweet surprise
underneath the mischief
we'll find
Angels
in
Disguise!
TEENAGERS IN THE MAKING
*original poetry by : Margie Starkeã
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TEENAGERS
in the making
are
God's own sweet surprise.
If we see them
through their stages
we'll find
Angels
in
Disguise!
ANGEL OF GOD
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Angel of God
my guardian dear
To whom God's love
commits me here.
Ever this day
be at my side
to light and guard
to rule and
guide.
GARDENING ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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God send a Garden Angel © please © during my absent hours.
An Angel with a watchful eye © for all the birds and flowers.
Remember all the wildlife and the nests up in the trees.
Dear Lord, please bless the habitat and butterflies and bees.
Embrace with love my efforts, Lord, for only you could know There's
Nothing sweeter than Your love © to make a garden grow.
And bless the days with sunshine warm and nights with cooling rain.
No efforts touched by Your sweet hand could ever be in vain.
Grace me with an Angel, Lord, so all who enter there.
Entrusting through the beauty © they will feel Your love and care
Let all of Nature's jewels © glorify You in some way
In Garden Gates that welcome all with peace and love
I pray.
A SCHOOL NURSE
*original poetry by : Margie Starkeã
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For all your love and kind advice
and all that you impart.
Your comfort and compassion, touches every little heart.
For every hour of time you spend
to show how much you care
For wiping tears and making smiles
somehow you're always there.
A
School Nurse
is needed
and somehow we realize
She's more than just a blessing
she's
An
Angel
in Disguise!
NEVER DRIVE FASTER
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Never drive
faster
than your
Guardian
Angel
can
fly.
MAY GOD GRANT YOU MANY YEARS TO LIVE
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May God grant you
Many years to live
For
Surely he must be knowing
The earth has
Angels
All too few
And Heaven's
Overflowing.
Irish Blessing
AN ANGEL'S GUIDING HAND
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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At a time in life when you may feel that God's forgotten you . . .
Near He sends an Angel down © to shine His love on you.
And when you thought a broken heart was more than you could bear . . .
Near again © an Angel wraps you in God's loving care.
God sends His Guardian Angels to each one of us in love ©
Each time we call upon Him asking answers from above.
Love conquers all life's worries and eliminates your fears
Showing mercy and compassion © drying all your tears.
God comes to us in many forms © His grace is new each morning
Unexpectedly He sends His Angels without warning.
In times you feel so all alone and life has been unkind . . .
Draw nearer to the spirit © and you'll feel Him close behind.
Impressions of His promises © you'll feel in many things ©
Nothing soothes the soul like satisfaction Heaven brings.
Guess whose there © just when you feel an answer can't be found ?
Holding out a hand to you © to tell you He's around . . .
At hand with the right answer © for a question that's unsolved ©
Negotiating desperately © until it's been resolved.
Devoted friend, companion, © with the faith to understand . . .
For God has loved and blessed you
through
An Angels' Guiding Hand.
HOW ANGELS GET THEIR WINGS ON EARTH
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*original poetry by : Margie Starkeã
Each time you open up your heart and touch a gentle soul.
Before you are aware of it, your wings begin to grow.
Each time you share your love with others…unconditionally,
Your wings grow even bigger for everyone to see.
Small deeds go unnoticed and soon a halo glows.
We hear celestial music that heaven only knows.
Grace is given to us from our Father up above.
It's a sign of His humility. A gift of His true love.
So walk the path with Jesus feel the power of His worth
Be compassionate and loving
Be an
Angel
On this
Earth.
THERE HAVE BEEN ANGELS IN MY LIFE
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There have been
angels
in my life.
While they haven't arrived
with a blast of trumpets
or a rustle of wings . . .
I've known them just the same.
They performed their acts in human guise,
sometimes borrowing the faces of family and friends,
sometimes posing as well meaning strangers.
You have known them , too,
when just the right word was needed,
when a tiny act of kindness made a great difference . . .
or perhaps you heard a voice
whispering in a night of sorrow,
the words not quite clear
but the meaning unmistakable - -
"There is hope . . .
there is hope."
EARTH ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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Each time I'm lost for answers and it seems there's no way out . . .
And happiness is clouded with uneasiness and doubt . . .
Rainbows seem so out of reach and trouble is at hand . . .
Then God sends and Angel near . . . someone to understand
He sends a little Heaven to remind me of His love©
A helping hand to guide my path © directed from above.
Nothing can't quite bless me more © or ever mean so much © or
Give me hope to carry on © as one sweet loving touch. ©
Every night I thank the Lord © in prayer sincere and true . . .
Love is all around me now © for my Angel on earth
is you!
For lovely song is to the heart
like spring rain is to flowers.
WHEN ANGELS WALK AMONG US
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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When Angels walk among us © though our minds cannot conceive
How all the answers could be ours if only we believe.
Each special favor given from the Father up above . . .
Need not be taken lightly if we honor it above.
A whisper o encouragement © from just one heavenly host
Never fails to comfort in a tome we need it most.
Graciously they guide us even though we may not know
Embracing us in mercy while we must be here below.
Listen to a still, small voice © or gentle guiding touch©
Soft and gentle wooing in a time it means so much.
When light fall © and it seems like you've been forgotten or alone
An unexpected someone sends a smile across the phone.
Listen for an unsuspecting knock at your front door
Kindness comes to offer hope and joy to us once more.
A stranger seems to be at hand right in your time of need
Minutes later © disappears © in utter disbelief.
Or feel a warmth and presence when there's not a soul around . . .
No one near to give advice © yet answers still are found.
Grace is given to us for some things we can't release
Until it's suddenly replaced with Heavens' perfect peace.
So look up to the Heavens © let God's rainbow be a part . . .
Of the bridge of happiness©
from Heaven to
your heart. ©
LORD SEND SOME SKINNY ANGELS
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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Lord…I've read that angels come to us in many ways ©
There are angels for our healing and they light our
Darkened days.
There are angels for encouragement, and guidance, and protection ©
There are even angels for our pets © because we need affection
Lord…send some skinny angels © now, while I am overweight!
Tarry not, for one more day just may be one too late.
I need to feel their presence here beside me every hour ©
That I may follow all their leads to give me some will power
For they alone can understand the pain affliction brings…
Rejection and the ridicule and all unpleasant things.
Encamp them all about the stove and by the fridge's door ©
So when I've had enough to eat, I won't desire more.
I know no matter how I look…I'm still Your work of art…
As man looks on the outside, Lord, but You look in the heart.
How I ever got this way…only heaven knows!
Lord send some 'Skinny Angels'
'til I fit back in
my clothes!
J2152 - MY ANGELS . . . MY FRIENDS.
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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My angels come to me in love © if I just call their name.
Yes, they look so beautiful © there's no two quite the same.
And if I'm feeling weak or scared © I know they're always there. ©
Near at hand © to shelter me © and wrap me in their care.
God sends em down my angels © in my dreams and in my heart. ©
Each special angel in my life © plays an important part.
Love is all around me © for they sparkle and they shine.
Sometimes they sing me lullabies © and tell me that they're mine.
My angels come to me in faith © their every word I hear
Yes…they reassure me © so I never have to fear.
For they talk of Heaven © and that joy awaits me there
Releasing me from bondage of my illness and despair
I wish you knew my angels © for they'd greet you with a smile
Every one would be your friend © and say "Let's talk awhile."
Never would they leave me © for they're all my guardians dear. ©
Drawing ever close to me © in love and light appear.
So shall they always bless me © as my heart and soul they keep
I hear the brush of angels' wings as I drift off
To sleep.
YES . . . WE BELIEVE IN ANGELS
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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Yes . . . We Believe In Angels ©
There could never be another . . .
Quite as dedicated as
Our Precious One
Called Mother.
LET ME MEET MY ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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Lord © please give me heavenly dreams as I drift off to sleep.
Especially of my Angels © whom my soul so sweetly keep.
Troubles grip me through the day that, seem to have no end.
My tired soul yearns for the arms of a celestial friend.
Each night I try to visualize my angels' glowing face. ©
Making plans together in a quiet peaceful place.
Embracing every precious dream © together that we share
Enveloping my spirit in a cloud of living care.
Tonight would be a perfect night! Dear Lord © oh don't you see?
My questions could be answered if together we could be.
Your locks-are they as golden as the sunshine on the plain?
And are your eyes as blue as skies © after the springtime rains?
Now maybe you have flowing hair as dark as midnight skies.
Gleaming stars that speak of God © through deep, soft, ebony eyes.
Enchanting thoughts surround me in this heavenly mystery.
Longing for the one who faithfully takes care of me.
HEBREWS 13 : 2 - DO NOT FORGET TO ENTERTAIN
STRANGERS
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Do not forget
To entertain strangers
For by doing so…
Some have entertained
Angels
Without knowing it.
HEAVEN'S LITTLE ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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High above the clouds there is a garden filled with flowers.
Enchanting beauty where the birds just sing away the hours.
A place where angels picnic and where little children dwell
Vivid butterflies flit by and everyone is well,
Every little child that the Lord calls home to rest…
Near to Him in perfect peace they're all especially blessed.
Since passing into paradise is just another phase.
Little children play together laughing through the days
In passing, we just graduate into a higher calling,
Tears are never heard of there and you won't see them falling
They day one little star for every little child will shine.
Letting all their loved ones know that they are well and fine.
Each time you see a rainbow with the colors clear and bright.
A Little Angel's telling you that everything's alright.
Never listen to the thoughts that devastate your heart….
God's word guides our spirit so we'll never be apart
Especially those we cherished so, for in His garden there
Let us all rejoin someday, in love we'll always share.
AN ANGELS' LULLABY
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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SYMPATHY
* Written for "HER" or 'HIM" . . . please specify
An angel hummed a lullaby © in tones gentle and mild. ©
Now as she scanned the earth © she saw a frail little child.
As she gently reached for him © she said "Please come with me.
Never fear for 'I LOVE YOU' © Please let me set you free." ©
Giving him her gentle hand © she took him in her arms. ©
Embracing him with perfect peace © and all her angels' charms.
Let me lead you to a place where children safely dwell…And
Sunshine warms the meadows fair © and everyone is well.
Linger not, my little child © for love awaits you there. ©
Up above the billowy clouds so free from pain and care.
Leave the past behind you, now © for your Dear Father waits
Longing so to greet you soon…at Heavens' Garden Gates.
As she hemmed the lullaby © the child closed his eyes.
Below his loved ones grieved…for it was hard to realize…That
Yonder, in God's Paradise © they'd all rejoin someday
In a place where loved ones meet © and
Little children play.
TEEN ANGEL
*original poetry by : Jill Fantinã
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The rose was plucked while still a bud and how was I to know?…
Even though I nurtured it I'd never see it grow.
Each petal as it took its' form grew sweeter everyday.
Never would I'd guess it would so quickly fade away.
All its life I cherished it I saw in it a beauty.
Now my heart is empty for it meant the world to me.
God always has a purpose for He brought it through each season.
Embracing it in icy winds for His own special reason.
Loving it through times I thought I'd never find a way.
Until the day He plucked my rose for
Heavens sweet bouquet.
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