On open hills I have walked And from their summits to view I stood All that nature before me spread As many others often would. But I. not looking, often saw, Only what was physically there, Not the hopes and dreams and fears, Of those that there dwelt, and did not care... And so He sends us His angels To guide us in our errant way, To be there, in times of trouble, To guide us, should we need God, one day. Surely of this angel we are not worthy Yet God deems it to be so, That even in sin, when in trouble, To our aid, our Angel will go!
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