Songs of the Angels
So there's a soft way to land when you're falling
Angels wings they carry and catch you
Their wings brush, like brushes painting love all over you
The 247 angels touch, by light, by night, their presence is BRIGHT
God was really thinking when he thought of you
White wings of powder fluff cradle you but turn hard as diamond to protect you
Oh gentle angels much faster than the wind, touching you before you even know
Thank you God's angels!
P.S. Bright means bright in light here but also the next line down makes a reference to the idea of angels being bright in design, I figured I needed to explain that little cryptic note/tie in