On The Fragile Wings of Wish Angels

In the dark early morning,
In this cool winter air,
I lift up my eyes
And whisper a prayer.

I pray for this world,
The dawn of a new day,
A safe place for our children,
To live, grow, and play.

I pray for simplicity,
For calm, and for peace,
And an end to the war
Over in the mid-east.

I pray for positivity,
And productivity in my life,
And the courage and strength
To face any hardship or strife.

I pray to long and broad jump hurdles
That are placed in my path,
And I pray to please the Father,
So I don't incur His wrath.

On the fragile wings of wish angels,
Interwoven in feathers, and carried with love,
Into the fading morning moonbeams,
To the brightening heavens up above,

Thus my prayers are delivered
Into the Father's holy hands,
And my heart and soul rest easy,
Knowing I'll be in His plans.

On this cool, dark, winter morning
As my breath evaporates in the air,
On the fragile wings of wish angels,
I offer up my prayer.