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A poem about the loss of a child. |
| The Angels Sing I can hear the angels sing, a precious child they bring. Even though God is sad, He asks you not to be mad. Everything happens for a reason, even if we can not see its season. God is by your side, even when you feel void of your hide. I send you prayers of peace, and I hope they will be your release. I can hear the angels sing, a precious child they bring. |