I FLEW WITH ANGELS

I do not think that God drives a Cadillac. (*)

And Chryslers are quite scarce up there.

While the angels do not live in palaces

They manage to look tidy, clean, and fair.

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Though things on earth do not seem applicable,

Angels can adjust, I know it is true.

I saw the white, I felt their hands though lightly.

I just relaxed, nothing left to do.

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The moment I gave up with both legs dying,

My hands three inches from the ground,

I was lifted, carried, and I thanked them.

But there were no “Jump Masters” around.

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“Jump Masters carried you?  No!  I do not think so.”

“You flew in alone and clobbered me!”

I then came to the most natural assumption;

Hands felt real and white all I could see.

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I actually was carried by those angels!

Obvious reality assumed!

Reality?  But angels are just spirits!

Perhaps I am not spiritually attuned!

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A cool breeze blows, we assume just happened.

Or were a host of angels flying by?

I do believe they are real and we will be like them!

Angels been around, they never die!

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So what we have here is a dimension,

A dimension of the spirit, not unknown!

Believed in and accepted unrestrictive!

We will fly with them nevermore alone!

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(*) Me?  I cannot even spell it!

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Sam Cox 01.16.04

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