FOR BEST RESULTS WAIT FOR VISUALS TO LOAD AND THE MUSIC TO START. RUN THE BABY ANGEL CURSOR OVER THE PICTURES TO SEE IF THERE ARE SECRET TO SHARE. GOD BE WITH YOU. |
This poem was written by a women who lost her son in a drowning accident when he was only ten years old. The pain lingers even though this occured 35 years ago. We know that Jesus wept in his sorrow when his friend died and when Jesus, Himself died, even the angels cried. |
AND THE ANGELS CRIED |
I know a King and His Son the Prince, They live far away, Still I can talk to them Any time on any day. |
They are never too busy To listen or visit when I call, Whether it be in my bathroom Or by a garden wall. |
They have always been here And you could know them too, They love to hear from people, They'd love to hear from you. Though they have a kingdom And we are sometimes poor, They feel right at home When you let them in your door. |
Now a long time ago The Prince was crucified, It was an awful thing And the angels cried. You see the Prince became a carpenter But He had a special gift He used, He healed the sick and raised the dead, And comforted the abused. |
He went from place to place And He spread His Father's Word, Oh, those lucky people who gathered 'round Him And believed what they heard. He told them stories of a place called Paradise, Some closed their ears, Others said He was telling lies. |
That didn't stop Him, He kept on with what He had to do, The ones who believed Him followed, Sadly, it was just a few. Then came the time when men of power became afraid of Him, They thought He would take their place And do away with them. |
A trial was held about this man And death was judged to be the way, To rid the earth of this Person And what He had to say. They crowned Him with thorns, Made fun of Him and called Him king, They took Him to a mountain And stripped Him of everything. |
He was tormented and tortured while He asked His Father to forgive them for They knew not what they did, Some stood crying While others ran and hid. They nailed Him to a stake And pierced Him in the side, On that stake, that day, The King's Son died. |
When this happened, the angels cried. |
His Father and His mother Saw all of this but didn't interfere, They knew it was going to happen, That's why He was here. He died that day for the ones who believe He shed His blood so we could live, There was no more precious gift That He could ever give. |
You ask, " How can I talk to Him if He is dead and in the ground?" Well, He didn't stay there, He arose from the tomb Because to earth He wasn't bound. His Father took Him home, To the kingdom He returned, His place was with His Father, The place He had earned. |
He is alive and well And comes to me each day, He will come to you If you take the time to pray. Your every need will be fulfilled, He won't abandon you, His love is always there, His love is always true. |
Heaven was a sad place The day He was crucified, To watch this awful thing was hard And the angels cried. When He went back to Heaven To sit by His Father's side, It was a happy day And the angels cried. |
Written by: Norma Marek May 9, 2001 |
PAGE PRESENTED: JULY 31, 2001 |
