'Tis a heavenly mystery. Soothing caress a whisper of divinity. WHEN ANGELS ROAM unconcious we might be, yet a safeguarding we feel. Messengers and aides of our Lord Almighty, WHEN ANGELS ROAM, wingless might they be; willing servants to comfort and protect thee. ©️PSA 16/6/21.
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