ANGEL ON THE CLOUDS

  written by dody–  nov. 11, 1997

 

    I LOOK TO THE CLOUDS,,,

 

         SEARCHING FOR A LITTLE ANGEL

   I ONCE HELD AS A CHILD…  

         EVERY TIME I SEE THE CLOUDS

             I HOPE HE MAY BE THERE,,,,

     PEACEFULLY FLOATING ABOVE ME,,,

             AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALL GOD’S ANGELS… 

 

      MY OWN LITTLE ANGEL, 

THAT I ONCE HELD AS A CHILD,,,

   THEN LOST WITH SUDDENNESS

ON A COLD AND CLOUDY MORNING……………………………..

 

           FOR EVERY LOSS, THERE IS A GAIN;

      I GAINED ABANDONMENT.   

 

AND A LONGING TO SEE MY ANGEL

IN THE CLOUDS THAT HEAVEN SENDS…

 

     A LONGING FOR THE PEACE

          HE MUST HAVE THERE… 

 

A LONGING FOR THE WHOLENESS LOST,

    WHEN HE WAS TAKEN FROM MY ARMS,

        ON A COLD MORNING,     

           AS CLOUDS FLOATED BY.. ………………………

                                                   

          AS I WATCH THE CLOUDS

FOR A GLIMPSE OF MY ANGEL,

          I PRAY THAT HE WAS HAPPY

IN HIS HOME AWAY FROM HOME…

    I KNOW I DID THE BEST I COULD,

         BUT TIME FOR HIM WAS JUST TOO SHORT…

WHAT I COULD GIVE FALLS VERY SHORT

OF WHAT GOD HIMSELF PROVIDES

                I KNOW……………

                                                                                                                    

      AS I SIT ALONE AND SEARCH THE CLOUDS,

I TRY NOT TO RESENT THE ONE,    

      WHO GIVES MY BABY SO MUCH MORE..

 

         I TRY NOT TO RESENT THE ONE,

WHO TOOK HIM FROM MY ARMS,

    THAT COLD AND CLOUDY MORNING,

 

TO LET HIM BE AN ANGEL,

 

    TO LET HIM FLOAT ON CLOUDS…

 

             I TRY NOT TO RESENT THE ONE

      WHO LEFT ME HERE BEHIND,,,

 TO TAKE THE WRATH,

      TO TAKE THE BLAME,

             TO SEARCH FOR ANGELS ON THE CLOUDS

                    FOREVER MORE IN LIFE…….   

                                                

         SOME DAY,

I HOPE AND PRAY TO GOD,

       SOME DAY I’LL HOLD HIM ONCE AGAIN…

                  I WILL HOLD MY PRECIOUS ANGEL

                         AS WE FLOAT UPON THE CLOUDS….   

 

     WE’LL LOOK DOWN AT ALL THE  WISHERS,

SEARCHING UP WITH HOPES AND DREAMS,

      AND WE’LL SMILE WHEN THEY THINK THEY SEE,

                  AN ANGEL ON THE CLOUDS……….

 

 

                                       FOR DANIEL CURTIS WOODARD….

                                                   MY ANGEL….

BORN JANUARY 1, 1986..

 DIED MARCH 15, 1986,, ,,

  FROM SUDDEN INFANT DEATH….