Alone in my room I lay grieving on my bed.

I suddenly feel a hand touch my head.

God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.

I’m not alone now, her hand I will hold.

A comforting angel whom I did not fear,

stood there beside me and dried my tears.

I hear the angel’s voice, to my heart she did sing.

I even felt the fluttering of her great wings.

God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.

I felt her hair brush upon me, the long locks of gold.

The light around her was so very bright.

The dress she was wearing was the brightest of white.

She washed upon me the feeling of peace.

No longer did I have the weight of greif.

A glorious, heavenly, spiritual being.

I know now it was not a dream.

God sent me an angel to comfort my soul.

I will never be alone in the cold.

Copyright 2009 ShannonFarlouis