Angel Poem by Pete Rivera

Angel, call my name
To rid me of my shame
We are alike
But you are in light
With wings made of gold
You restore my soul
A vision of reality
Something easy to see
Demons pull away
When I call his name
Behold the Lord
Who puts them to the sword
With wings made of gold
You restore my soul
And you are like me
But I cannot see
This vision of reality
Humans, full of sin
We can never win
And we can never learn
No matter how badly we burn
With wings made of gold
You restore my soul
And you are like me
But I cannot see
This vision of reality