![]() I'm your guardian angel, but you see I'm all broken and torn. God made me beautiful, but now my body looks old and worn. My wings are not smooth and fluffed as they should always be. Taking care of you, and keeping you safe, has done all this to me. When you fell into the sinful life, I picked you from the ground. When you lost your desire to live, I turned your thoughts around. I am the angel that saved you from leaving the one you love. I am the angel that God sent to you from His home high above. The night you rolled your car and ended up cut and hurt, Is the night my dress was soiled with mud, with beer, with dirt. The feathers lying on the ground came from my torn right wing. And the golden hair that was found was once your wedding ring. My eyes are no longer pretty, now they are bruised and sore. I am the tattered angel that helped you make it to your door. God's love for you will never cease ...someday you will see When this tattered angel will lovingly take you home with me. Until then I won't give up I'll stay right there by you. And try to keep you safe that's what I'm here to do. Yes I'm your guardian angel though looking old and worn. This tattered angel loves you even though my heart is torn. © Norma Marek ~ 17th March 1992 ![]()
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