A Globe of Angels

Far down The Graben at night

through a sea of stars above,

an angel is perched on a shelf

smiling sweetly upon you.

Listen to her singing

of amazing grace.

You cannot find grace

when the devil comes at night,

but still the angel is singing

as the world burns above.

She seeks to comfort you

while ashes rain on her shelf.

The angel is taken off her shelf,

still singing of amazing grace.

She watches over you

as you sail away at night,

guided by the moon above

you join in her singing.

To your new home you are singing,

the angel sits on her new shelf.

Only snow raining from above.

You finally found grace.

No more devils in the night

coming to steal you.

Joy has found you,

and once again you are singing

to your baby at night.

The angel watches from her shelf,

gifting you her grace

from heaven above.

Now you are an angel above,

but one day I’ll be brought to you

through amazing grace,

of which you are now singing,

and the angel still sings on her shelf

while I watch the stars above.

Now an angel above you are singing,

I think of you, Grandma, when I see the angel on my shelf.

She sings of amazing grace, as I go to sleep each night.