Angels don't die
Angels don't die This poem is about casting crowns, not for the lyrics that kept me a float, because there was no good good father in the words I spoke. This poem, is about the girl that wore the crown upon a throne of happy, that was a crowd, that made me proud, "You bring joy to those whose hearts are broken," words that clung to my voice in the songs I sung, that night. I held an angel in my hands, the darkness around I was in a blur you see this baby she had my eyes. Her smile a soothing wave, the itch of butterflies in my tummy right now exactly the way I felt, that day, I held her, for the first time she smiled. I still remember that day, that I pulled down an angel to call her my own, before, I felt like a world full of pain, but He never let my righteous tears fall to the ground in vein, so He gifted me a love to call my own, before I wa...
