Angels

Bright angels stood at the break of the day
In a transparent mood and with joy they did say
"Let us stand with the cord and watch them go by
Let us stand o'er the hedge, and the pig in the sty"
So they stood and they watched
And they sang and they prayed.

For a while, little while,
Till the organ stops stayed,
Then they flew on their wing
Back to heaven's bright shore,
There to sing with a swing

For ever and more.

by Peter Buss

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