Earthen Angels

Earthen Angels


Oh mortal soul your flesh is frail
Warm near a hearth when cold winds whale,

The desperate orphan's hollow eyes
Seek comfort with low pleading cries,

The hungry beggar, nearly froze
Holes beset his tattered clothes,

Sad urning in their hearts doth plead
Though multitudes are full of greed,

A few souls will feel this pain
They joy to share their worldly gain,

Desiring not to receive their own
They offer gifts free till all are gone,

Hope's at it's best when children sing
These earthen angels have no wings.

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