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Guardian Angel

A little speck of God

And just for me;

Not because God needs you

As an extra hand,

But my sight's so poor

I cannot see infinity

And eyes prefer to focus

On what's near,

You're at my back, unseen,

But always there

Supporting when I faint

Cheering when I droop

Exhorting when I despair

Loving where I despise;

Lifting up my heart to sense anew

The path which always leads me back to You.

Brian Hick December 2014

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