The Song Of An Angel Poem by Jean Penner

Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through the leaves,
For the gentle song of angels,
Is blowing in the breeze.

A song that sings of little hands,
That did so many jobs,
Hands that now are gently clasped,
Within the grasp of God.

A song that sings of a little heart,
That always poured out love,
A heart that now is full of joy,
As God holds him up above.

A song that sings of little smiles,
That brightened many days,
Smiles that now warm the hearts,
Of angels on their way.

A song that sings of a little boy,
That always was a friend,
A little boy who's shown us all,
That God's love never ends.

Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through these leaves,
For the gentle song of an angel,
Is blowing in its breeze.

-In loving memory of Charles McMichael