Borrowed Angel

This tiny being
face of dew and milk
causing heavenly visions
with wings of softest silk




The delicate touch of cheek
the grasp of hand so tight
speaks of one who wrought you gently
despite His awesome might




What is this whispered heart song
that tugs upon my soul
you sing in silent voices
the song that makes me whole




Can it be this tiny being
indeed has captured me?
or rather through her life
I am made more free




Once hidden loves
have finally claimed their place
inside my very being
I now can see their grace




Grateful for this precious gift
to God my heart will sing
I give You back my angel
the one who gave me wings