I am a tiny angel ...
I'm smaller than your thumb;
I live in people pockets,
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect;
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel ...
I was a fairy in a flower;
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools;
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands ...
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Was to keep close watch on you.
Among the many blessings,
Then He tucked me in your pocket,
Blessing you with Angel care;
Saying I must never leave you,
And I vowed to stay right there!
That God has sent my way ...
Was a tiny pocket Angel,
That fluttered in one day.
God placed her in a pocket,
She seemed quite happy there;
She did her job of guarding,
And providing Angel care.
I loved that tiny Angel,
But soon word reached my ears ...
She had been seen in Switzerland,
And China and Algiers.
I wondered if she'd flown away,
So I took another look ...
And there she was, where she belonged,
Right in her pocket nook.
How could it be that she was seen
In a strange and foreign land ...
Yet still be in her pocket home?
I did not understand.
My guess is God made more than one,
He might have made a pair;
When a pocket picker picked up one,
He left the other there.
Blessings on you, pocket picker ...
Whoever you may be;
You badly need an Angel,
Maybe ... two or three!
And God's Speed to you, my Angel,
No matter where you are;
I'm glad God made you shareable,
With all souls ... near and far!