Sometimes, God sends angels

To give His work a hand;

To bring a smile, to dry a tear,

Or do the things He planned.

They carry out His duties.

They're with you to the end.

On earth, they have a different name.

We just call them 'friend'.

Do you ever wonder why

We think our friends are blessed?

Could be because they're angels

That withstood friendship's test.

They withstood all the anger,

Had broken hearts to mend.

On earth, they have a different name.

We just call them 'friend'.

Verse © 2002 by Claytia Doran
used with permission

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