Wings of light, so pure, so wide,
Drift through heaven’s golden tide.
They shimmer in the morning hush,
Soft as hope, and strong as trust.
Each feather holds a silent song,
Of battles won, of right from wrong.
They wrap the broken in gentle grace,
And lift the weary to a higher place.
In times of fear, they spread so near,
Whispering, “Child, I’m always here.”
With every beat, a prayer ascends,
Carried on wings that never bend.
These angelic wings, they know no end,
Sent from the Savior, heaven’s friend.
They guide us through both storm and sky,
Reminding us love will never die.
So if you feel the wind tonight,
A sacred breeze, a touch so light—
Know it's the wings of angels true,
Guarding and walking close to you.
©heavenecho
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