Father's Angels
They rose up in their Sunday best to sing.
Those little faces, row by row they filed
before our watchful eyes, and each did bring
a reverent, peaceful presence when they smiled.
And when the sacramental vows were through,
we heard sweet sounds, and then it seemed to me
that, when the children’s voices ebbed and grew,
His angels added to the harmony.
I know, the finest sermon never will
succeed in touching us with greater force
than songs of children; for their hearts are still
connected with that pure, elusive source.
So, through our opened eyes we have been shown
that little ones possess much more than we;
you see, today they've made His presence known
to everyone who shared their company.
